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Chanel Nasiri

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

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Birth Name:
Chanel Nasiri

Age:
22

Date Of Birth
June 11

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Occupation:
Freelancer
Barista
Sugar baby

Origin:
Oahu, Hawaii [0-1]
Austin, Texas [1-2]
Newark, New Jersey [2-4]
Raleigh, North Carolina [4-5]
Orlando, Florida [5-7]
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania [7-20]
New York City, New York [20-present]




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Personality:
| Kind | Manipulative | Selfish | Carefree | Indulgent | Curious | Materialistic |
Chanel does her best to be as nice to people as she can. The majority of the time, she's wearing a smile or is laughing. She tries to see the good in people and situations and is all around just trying to live life with as few restrictions as possible. This makes her come off as immature to some as she's already 22 and doesn't have a clear projection for the future, but to others she is seen as very free spirited and relaxed. She's always ready to do something fun, almost too much to the point that it actually inhibits are ability to get things done. She would much rather go to a concert or walk through Soho instead of doing actual work. To quench her extrovertism and need to do right by the world, she occupies a good chunk of her free time with social activism. In this way she can still interact with people while actually being productive. Her carefree nature can be charming, but also reckless. She likes to pretend the rules don't apply to her since growing up she was used to always getting things to go her way. She doesn't like being told that she can't do something, and if that something is even as trivial as her buying something she doesn't need to buy, she'll still ignore what she should do in place of whatever satisfies her in that given moment.

While she is an agreeable person, this isn't how she is by nature. Even as a child she has always been very manipulative and calculating, determined to get what she wanted. Because she also incredibly charismatic, her ways were mostly ignored, or completely masked for what they really were. She loves gossip and drama and always being in the know whether that involves having knowledge she shouldn't or following the latest trends. She feels the need to have the best and be the best because at her core she is very competitive. She's what most would call incredibly fake, and she was honest enough with herself to admit that such was probably true. Her cold nature comes through projecting her own insecurities in the disguise of confidence and aggression. She's always forced her ideas and personality onto people in a way that made it hard to resist, partially because she was intriguing, but also because she was intimidating. None of this changed until her brother's suicide attempt when she was eighteen. After that she was consumed with guilt because it was the people like her that almost took her brother from her, and even now she accepts some responsibility for his attempt. Her kindness and activism, then, is more so out of a need to make herself feel whole again and distract from the guilt she still feels over her brother's suicide attempt. Deep down she knows that this friendly persona isn't who she truly is and so she tries harder if not to convince others, then to convince herself.

Likes:
| Shopping | Novelty | Oranges | Candles | Organic | Collectibles |
Chanel loves buying things and acquiring new items. She's always up for trying new things and indulging herself. Much of her recklessness comes from little luxuries that add up. Although she is the exact opposite of a Type A personality, she likes to give off that aesthetic so that other people know as well. So she'll waste money on expensive organic juices, a multitude of curly hair products, pricey items from so called 'boho' stores, and expensive gym memberships. Her finances don't allow for it, but she chooses to ignore this and does as she pleases. Of all things, she has a guilty pleasure of buying authentic jewelry and pieces of art with lots of cultural backstory. Her dresser, if not her body, is an array of trinkets and bracelets that she 'just had to have.' She's also very big on music and loves going to concerts, even if that means going out of state to see someone live. Because she gets bored easily, she likes discovering new things. This is where her excessive shopping habit comes in, but also her tendency to scope out new restaurants and places she's never been before.

Dislikes:
| Settling | Work | Her Guilt | Restrictions | Familiarity | Pumpkin anything |
Chanel hates feeling tied down which is the main reason she hasn't found stability in the two years since moving away from home. Although she is trying to be a better person, she's used to being spoiled and thinking that only the rules she likes actually apply to her. Sitting for too long makes her anxious and as though she's not doing enough which in turn opens the door to her closeted guilt. She busies herself not only because she physically cannot sit down but for so long, but because she needs a distraction from her own self.




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Background:
Born to a veteran and a dance instructor, Chanel lived a relatively modest life. Before second grade, her family moved around a lot due to her father working in the military and within that time her younger twin brothers were born. Once her father finally retired, the family settled down in Pittsburgh where they carried an average but fulfilling life. Her childhood was a good one what with memories of the smell of Moroccan cuisine and the familiar, nostalgic sound of Arabic spoken by her father. Things were relatively simple and happy. One of the earliest turbulent moments that ever happened to her was when she was 10 years old. Her mother had gotten into a brutal car accident that reared her unable to to teach dance anymore. Similar to Chanel, her mother was unable to sit still for too long, her mother went to school for two years to get an associates in Nursing and has since stayed with that.

Apart from that, she would say she really enjoyed growing up in Pittsburgh where everything seemed to go according to plan. Her home life was good, as was school which was never problematic for her especially since she never had problems with fitting in. This lack of issue didn't stem from her simply not being concerned with the peer pressure that came with growing up. In fact, the opposite was true. Out of fear of being left out, she was very dominating over everything and formed her own rules and cliques, always being the ring leader of whatever she did. Her teachers dubbed her a leader because of her vivaciousness and willingness to take charge, but to others she was intimidating and even somewhat of a bully. However, due to her charm and discreet manipulative nature, she was able to keep friends and was well-liked among the majority of the peers.

Even though this was true, it could also be said that most liked her only on the surface, and didn't really enjoy her for what she truly represented. Such caused a lot of drama and tension when she entered high school. Chanel always found herself entangled in some form of drama and her cattiness only got worse as her need to be a part of something intensified. While her flaws were a driving force in the way she acted, it was never conspicuous enough in the presence of her persuasiveness and natural charisma for people to totally exile her. People knew that she was, for lack of a better term, fake. She would use people and tear them down and seemed to play games with people, just to prove that she could. Nevertheless, there were still many who would say that they didn't necessarily dislike her, but that there was something about her that made them wary of her true intentions.

By the time high school graduation came around, she was sick of all of her classmates, and they felt the same towards her. She'd lost most of her 'friends,' but didn't seem bothered by it all too much. So while she got through school mostly unscathed and used to being in control of everything, it wasn't until after she got her diploma that she started to experience the exact opposite. Chanel had decided to take a gap year before going to school, just working and enjoying life. Unlike her, one of her brother's had always struggled in school both academically and socially. It had been an issue for so long that Chanel pretty much ignored it, even as it worsened through middle school and into high school for him. She was at a party when she got a call from her mother, frantic and in tears, telling her that her brother was being rushed to the hospital after trying to kill himself.

To think about life before that moment is odd her now. To be able to fathom that her life was so normal before it happened feels almost surreal. After her brother's attempt, everything at home changed. With all of the stress that was now put on the family, her parents began fighting more, her brother declined mentally, and Chanel became consumed with guilt. She didn't understand the exact extent to her brother's bullying, but it was because she chose ignorance over action. Not only that, but she felt responsible because she was one of the types of people who drove her brother to suicide. Even with everything going on at home, she attended university the following year as planned.

At first it was a relief, a good distraction from her problems--from her guilt. She went in with the intent on being a graphic designer, but after just a semester she was convinced that college wasn't for her. She stayed another semester before dropping out and moving back in with her parents. She busied herself with working and tried to mend relations with her family. While things had improved over the past two years, she still couldn't look her brother in the eye without feeling guilty. Eventually, it became too much to handle and she left for New York City. The reason she gave her parents was that she didn't want to be a burden and wanted to go and start her own life, but in reality it was for far more selfish reasons.

While at first the idea of moving to the city was thought to be temporary, she has since stayed and tried to reinvent herself in different ways. She became more involved in social issues and now will sometimes write for different papers or websites if she is able to find a gig. Outside of that, she hasn't really settled down like she told her parents she would. Instead she had been doing many small jobs and typically only long enough to get her to the next paycheck before she gets bored and quits. As her interests continue to vary in this phase of reinvention, she completely thrusts all of her energy into a hobby and will try to find a job that correlates. Since she quickly bores, though, she never really sticks with anything and so has only really gotten her feet wet in the past two years since being in New York. To make her lack of security seem like less of what it is, she calls herself a freelancer, which isn't necessarily false. While the types of jobs she'll freelance varies, she has consistently stuck with social awareness writing and jobs that involve graphic design of some point, mostly for small companies. As of now, she's still all over the place but relies heavily on freelancing as a means of making money. This is harder, though, because she does not have a college degree and most clients are looking for someone with more qualifications. When finances become too tight, like now, she will get a more stable job, and so currently she works part time as a barista at a small coffee shop, but she's already considering quitting.




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ImageHeight:
5'10

Weight:
123 lbs

Face Claim:
Imaan Hammam

Hex code:
#c7256e

So begins...

Chanel Nasiri's Story

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ROMAN || KILLENS
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Hex code: #11519E
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While it wasn't something he practiced complete self-disclosure with, it was a pretty known fact that Roman wasn't the most responsible when it came to recreational activities, either by over-participating, or abusing the substance, alcohol was no exception. People typically acted self-destructive from time to time as a sort of release after a shitty day, which clearly counterintuitive. Roman, like most, was guilty of the same, but unlike a lot of others, he didn't need to have something bad happen to him for him to be so irresponsible. It likely stemmed from the fact that he wasn't totally pleased with his current life placement, so it was easy to rationalize being injurious so frequently, and that was his average relationship with anything recreational. Even something legal like alcohol, he would manage to turn it into something damaging because he rarely practice self-constraint. And that was why now he was so bothered with resisting another shot. He didn't need one, he knew, but not because he was trying to watch his BAC or anything. Roman was good for holding his liquor, but he knew when was the time to really let loose, and it was too early for that, even if he didn't plan on getting as ridiculous as he could. It was strange from him for this reason, though. He didn't have any real need to be abusive, yet he was struggling with not requesting another drink, and on top of the obvious problem of being in a tequila bar. Roman was internally frustrated with himself because he knew he had a problem with doing things like that, and it was annoying when it was impossible to ignore. He really just wanted something to distract himself with, and Chanel and Collin had provided an amusing one with their dancing, but he was still angsty. Not from nerves, surprising enough, but because he didn't want to sit still.

"You're not gonna let those drinks go to waste by just sitting around," he remarked, noting Cara and Makayla's more retained behavior in comparison to Chanel, but of course, anything compared to Chanel was a unique one. He was going out of his way--or what could only be considered as such in Roman's world--to even communicate, since normally he'd be fine with just sitting quietly. Three shots wasn't going to do much to him, but he wasn't immune from the consequences. He felt a nice warmth in his chest, and while he definitely wasn't tipsy, there was a loosening effect that made it easier and even somewhat appealing to interact with the others. People weren't any more intriguing right now than before, and his barriers were still there, but his intense concern for those barriers wasn't as strong.

By the time Brooklyn arrived, everything was wrapping up, but once he caught sight of her talking to Makayla, he went ahead and ordered another shot. While she was approaching him, he was focused on Collin's reaction. Roman had only gotten a glimpse of the two's interaction, so coupled with Brooklyn's so called 'good karma', it was impossible not to give her a dubious glance. "Does karma know that?" Once the bartender delivered the drink, Roman held onto it for a moment. "I wasn't lying," he said to her initial comment. While he would go onto list all the things that she'd missed in order to prove that he wasn't miserable, he did so in such a terse manner that it lost a majority of its weight. "I've already had three and Cara's had two-and-a-half. Collin had one or two. Chanel's apparently going to woo you with her personality so you're not a bitch to Cara anymore," he said, his voice shifting and the amused glance he fed Brooklyn indicated that the latter weren't his own words."Even Makayla's had something, which makes you the boring one of the group." Roman smirked smugly and slowly shifted the shot glass in her direction. "And the pedophile," he noted drily when he locked eyes with Collin for a second, only for the effect of making it seem like he was shamelessly talking about the kid. Roman didn't know Collin's exact age, but knew that he was the youngest of the group. While only a year off, thinking he was nineteen, those were two different ages with two different connotations. Roman didn't care enough to expend energy past finding a way to make a joke about it at Brooklyn's expense, but he didn't understand what the sudden interest in him was. The only rational thought would be to get back at Cara, but if she was going to behave like she proclaimed earlier, then that couldn't be the reason, but it was hard to tell with her. "How many more drinks until you actually become likable?"

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Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Chanel Nasiri Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Roman Killens
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C A R A - F O R R E S T E R

Location: Epcot
Outfit: This (Minus the sweater)
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
At some point over the past few minutes, Cara had grown quite. The tequila was hitting her, and her head was spinning at a rate that was faster than she was comfortable with. This was one of those instances where the alcohol seemed to hit her out of nowhere, even though she knew enough to expect that that was going to happen (and she hadn't needed Roman's warning to know it was coming). Luckily, in some form of the word, this wasn't the first time Cara had ever felt that sickening feeling of getting way too drunk, way too early into the night. More times than she wanted to admit, had she been at a club and drank vodka or tequila straight out of the bottle, only to go stumbling into the bathroom minutes later when her body forced most of it back up, saving itself from alcohol poisoning. Luckily again, this time, she didn't feel like she was going to throw up. She didn't think so, at least. It was still a sickening feeling, though. One that involved her head feeling like it was on a different planet. All of the music and chatter and noise around her was blending into one indistinguishable sound that almost made her feel like she was listening to it all under water. When she opened her eyes, everything felt too bright. It was like everyone around her was moving too fast; like her body and head were on slow-motion mode, and they were all on fast-forward.

It hit her a couple of minutes before Brooklyn arrived, and before that, she had still been okay enough to continue a slow, yet rhythmical pattern of taking a sip of water and a bite of a chip every few minutes in an attempt to dilute and absorb the alcohol that was still in her stomach, and not in her blood yet. It didn't feel like it had done much good in the moment, since she didn't feel good, but the fact that she wasn't throwing up meant that it had done something. The worst of it was slowly subsiding, and though she obviously wasn't going from feeling like absolute hell to being completely okay, she was back at a point where she could keep her eyes open for longer than ten seconds without feeling like she might actually fall out of her seat from the dizziness of it all. She was gone enough to not even realize that Brooklyn had appeared a few feet away, and was talking to Roman, but once she had collected herself enough to feel present in the the present, she managed to acknowledge Makayla sitting beside her. "Makayla, my life is a mess," she said in what probably seemed like a line said out of no where, as she reached over and grabbed Makayla's forearm, as if she needed a way to catch her attention anymore. "My life is..." she continued, losing her train of thought half way through the slowly-spoken repeated sentence. "I just neeeeeeeeeeeeed a boyfriend," she continued, before resting her head in her hands in a way that solidified the dramatic and emotional drunk phase she was on the verge of entering, but also was done out of a physical need for less simulation from the surroundings.

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M a k a y l a ~ W r i g h t
Hex Code: #FF8400
The thing about Makayla was that even when she was feeling drunk and good, she still had a tendency to be introverted. If someone struck up a conversation with her, she would respond with energy and a sense of filter-less speech that was unlike her sober self. If she saw someone doing something funny, she would laugh and make a comment bolder than her sober self would. She definitely had more life and personality to her drunk, when things felt more weightless, but even still, there normally had to be some sort of stimulus to get her to show that side and be outgoing. Otherwise, she still felt happy and in a good place, but she simply enjoyed her buzz on her own. She was so used to drinking alone, since she couldn't remember the last time that she had gotten drunk in a social setting, and not on the couch of their apartment after Holly went to bed (excluding Thanksgiving, since that didn't count as drunk, and honestly, she couldn't remember much of it anyway), that she was very comfortable with enjoying her own company drunk. She didn't need to be talking to anyone else, or dancing, or using her liquid confidence to strike up conversations with strangers. Tonight, she was more than satisfied with getting her fair share of tortilla chips and salsa while drinking a margarita, knowing that she didn't have to worry about a bill to pay once they decided to move along. Every so often she would look back and laugh at Chanel and Collin dancing, and not because they were necessarily bad, but just again because she was feeling lighter and happier, where laughing for no reason was okay. That didn't mean that she was about to get up and join them though, but even preferring to sit down and enjoy her buzz in a more mellow way didn't mean that she was necessarily looking for bar chatter either. She wasn't trying to avoid it, specifically, and had she been a bit more sober, she would have noticed how Cara seemed to be on the verge of death a few minutes before and tried to make sure that she was okay, but she was a bit too drunk for that. Likewise, she wasn't thinking straight enough to really follow up on Brooklyn's confirmation that Holly was okay at the hotel, and that she had asked them not to get drunk, but in her defense, Brooklyn had moved on to other people before she had time to conjure up a response.

She had essentially forgotten that Cara was sitting so close to her until she grabbed onto her arm while randomly confessing that her life was a mess and that she needed a boyfriend. It caught Makayla by surprise, but her reactions were delayed enough that it didn't really show, and instead, she stared at Cara for a couple of seconds as she processed what she said, before smirking and rolling her eyes. "Girl, the last thing you need is a boyfriend. You're young, pretty, and rolling in your dad's money. What's a man gonna contribute to your life that you don't already have? If you need attention, go to therapy or buy a puppy or something. Either will save you a whole lot of headaches compared to getting yourself a man," she advised her, still smiling, though she meant her words seriously. Obviously, it wasn't a response that Makayla would have given sober (even if it was what she still would have been thinking) because she was too refined to say something so bold, and something that could be taken the wrong way. She wasn't trying to shade Cara; she just genuinely couldn't fathom why a girl in her position would need some guy to complete her perfect life. Then again, it was easier for Makayla to think that way with her own history with how she was used to interacting and being treated by men, and how it had shaped her own sexual and romantic preferences in recent years. "Chanel," Makayla called out, indiscriminately waving behind her, and expecting Chanel to still be in somewhat of the same vicinity that she was last time she checked. "Tell your girl that she doesn't need a man right now! Baby girl is in her prime! Don't got no time for boys who will influence her to make bad decisions... like taking three shots of tequila in a matter of three minutes," she said, looking pointedly, though still playfully, in Roman's direction as she purposely spoke loudly.

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Location: Epcot
Outfit: This (Minus the sweater)
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
Only because Cara was drunk did she not think that Makayla's response was uncharacteristic of her. Because the alcohol was hitting her hard and straight, she was obviously feeling it more than most of the others, and it allowed her to get into that drunk state where she was too drunk to think clearly about her own actions, nonetheless anyone else's. "Oh my God!" she responded, slapping her hand on the bar counter as if she had just had an epiphany. "I didn't realize that you were a lesbian!" she exclaimed. Though her speech wasn't as slurred as one might have expected, that was only because that wasn't a symptom of alcohol intoxication that she experienced until she was really on the verge of passing out. Her intoxication level showed in other ways physically, and the mere way she was speaking, and the content of her speech, probably proved it as well. "That's why Holly always says you say boys are dumb," she said, her eyes following the direction that Makayla had waved in a few seconds before to request Chanel, as she looked towards the other girl as well. "Chanel!" she exclaimed. "See, I was right that Makayla is a lesbian!" she yelled out, probably much louder than necessary, as she referenced the comment that she had made months ago to her friend. She abruptly turned back to Makayla, nearly falling off her bar stool as she did, though she managed to catch herself by grabbing the counter top as if her life depended on it. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath, though she glanced up to smile at Makayla once she was steady again. "Dogs are too much work and therapy is so 2010," she explained. "At least for me. I've been meaning to tell you that I'll pay for Holly to go if that's why you're not sending her. She deserves help, don't you think?" she continued, speaking too much, though oblivious of that. Though Cara had a tendency to be out of touch even sober, she could keep herself refined to an extent to where she knew better than to be offensive, especially when it came to Holly. She would probably still feel entitled enough to assert her own thoughts about Holly and what Makayla needed to do for her to Chanel, or Collin, or someone else, but she knew better to say it to Makayla personally.

"Therapy and breaking her idolization of the stripper should be our New Year's resolution for her. Mine is going to be do find a boyfriend, and not for money or attention, and Chanel's is going to be to start being a better friend to me!" At the very least, it had to be noted that Cara wasn't speaking with malicious intentions. She had become surprisingly energetic and bubbly in tone considering how she thought she was on the verge of death just a few minutes ago. It was clearly a problematic level of drunkness with how she had lost her ability to filter herself, between the comment about Brooklyn with her being just a couple feet away, the way she was speaking about Holly, and her presumptions on Makayla's sexuality, but she felt like she was just conversing as normally and enjoying the night.

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Hex Code: #c7256e
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Chanel was rarely the tame one. By nature and also by choice; she didn't like feeling bored or boring. She didn't need to always be the center of attention, or be the most energetic group of the bunch, but it was a position she didn't shy away from and was quite used to in many situations. If there was one thing that disturbed her more than perpetual boredom, it was being the least fun of the group. What made the latter even harder to consume was when she had to choose to be that way, and the night was forcing its way into being like the latter. She was a few drinks past tipsy, but not so drunk, by her own standards, that she couldn't keep going. Like Collin, she was prepared to keep moving. The setting was now old and dull and she was ready for a change of scenery. The openness of the outdoors coupled with the lights seemed even more exciting, as did the walk to the next country and whatever drinks they provided. Chanel felt like she could be having more fun than she was having, but hadn't really gotten the chance yet for one reason or the other, and part of it was because she still felt like she was part mediator. Even when she was telling Collin to let loose and not worry about the two girls, Chanel inadvertently added Collin not having fun to the list of things not going as perfect as she wanted to. It was one of the few things that could actually reasonably concern Chanel, even if she didn't show visible telltale signs of it. It was why as she danced over to Makayla calling her name, she was still awake and jovial, even if she wanted things to be a bit more livelier. But then again, the exchange between Cara and Makayla wasn't what she had intended, and she unfortunately wasn't drunk enough to not be uncomfortable with the words coming out of Cara's mouth. She was intoxicated enough for the full weight of the girl's words to not hit entirely, but she was aware enough to know that this could quickly head south. It was trailing along dangerous territory, and while Makayla was clearly feeling good, Chanel wasn't about to encourage passive conversation just yet.

She tweaked her eye at Cara's own comment to her. While she wasn't too drunk to not notice the unintended hostility to Cara's words, she was drunk enough to not care about being rational or hypocritical. Here she was concerned over these two, but she couldn't completely hold her tongue either. Chanel leaned between the two girls, moving Cara back towards the stool and waved for the bartender. "Drink this damn water before I have to hurt you," she said, only half-joking, if that. It was telling that Chanel was more defensive over something as small as Cara saying she needed to be a better friend in comparison to what all she said to Makayla, but there were times when Chanel did get irked by people's words. Adding to the fact that Chanel felt like she hadn't been able to unwind because she was so busy trying to be a good friend, it was clear she needed to keep drinking. She was still too sober and for that reason, still too responsible and therefore decided against getting another tequila to hurry the job. "The bitches in here stink--I'm going outside," she said, snagging the remainder of Cara's chips. "You lames hurry up before I find a cooler group of friends." She didn't end without giving Cara a sweet kiss on the cheek and wiggling her fingers bye at Makayla. It might have seemed strange that Chanel effectively dismissed herself from the group, but she was feeling weighed down and too calm. She wanted to be reckless tonight. Sure, it was Disney, but even in that defense, you're supposed to have fun while you're at Disney, and right now she was just tepid. So as she waded through the gift shop nearby, she wasn't entirely against blacking out on her own. Blacking out was never the plan, but her urge to amp up the night was growing stronger, and the more it was delayed, the riskier she was wanted and was willing to be.

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At around ten thirty, after several more drinks were consumed, the group headed out of Epcot. It was a wonder why they were all still together, given that, at least in Brooklyn's eyes, few of them were actually friends, but obviously the alcohol made it easier to ignore that. Though Brooklyn hadn't been friendly in a drastic sense, where it would seem like she was an entirely different person, she also was definitely behaving herself, and maybe even going a bit beyond that. She was making an effort to make conversation, to be more pleasant, and most notably, she wasn't letting Cara bother her. It was easier to do that tonight, only because Cara was wasted. When Cara was clearly drunk enough to make a fool out of herself, it was easier for Brooklyn to take her words with less weight than when she was sober. On their way out of the park, Collin suggested that their next stop be the Atlantic Dance Hall, that was a few buildings down from their hotel on the boardwalk. He insisted that it was supposed to play modern music that they would enjoy, though he was quick to remind them all that he had never been there before, so he couldn't be blamed if it turned out to be a dud. As ironic as it probably seemed, given how she made her money, Brooklyn wasn't a fan of dancing. She could do it, and was good enough at it even with her clothes on that her skill wasn't laughable, but it simply wasn't something she enjoyed doing much anymore. Again, the alcohol would help, but barely so, since especially compared to some of the others, she was still on a more stable level. She was drunk, but not in a way where she felt out of control at all. She was still herself enough that she could hold a conversation with you and you wouldn't be able to tell that she was drunk by any physical means, and she had her tolerance to thank for that (even if the means of getting that tolerance probably had her on a path to liver cirrhosis). Even if she wasn't exactly pumped to go to a dance club, she was perfectly happy with the idea of being able to drink, sit by the bar or at a table, and converse with the others, or maybe even strangers, if they seemed worthy of the time.

With that in mind, she offered no objections to the suggestion, and followed them down the boardwalk towards the destination. "Chanel," she said, somewhat randomly when the conversation in the group offered a momentary break. She could tell that Chanel had grown more intoxicated over the past hour or so, and she was sure that Cara's own state made it easier for the girl to feel a need to "catch up", but she wasn't exactly sure how drunk she was, if at all, really. She was curious, but not to a point where that was what she was really thinking about. More so, she was confused about how Chanel and Cara had become friends, or more specifically, if Chanel had Cara-level money. Money was something that Brooklyn thought about frequently. It was something she valued, maybe more than anything else in life, and because it dominated her life in many regards, she often wondered how large of an influence it had on others. It led her to wonder how Chanel lived in New York, and could afford to be friends with someone like Cara. "How do you live in New York? Your parents have money or are you fucking Cara's dad on the low or something? If it's the second, you should drop that and come do what I do. You'd probably make bank." The only thing from that that could really point to Brooklyn having a fair amount of alcohol in her was that she was speaking genuinely, and not trying to be snide in her suggestion, or even in the reference to Cara's dad. The randomness of the comment, especially directed towards someone like Chanel, who she barely knew, could have pointed to it too, but Brooklyn did have a tendency to be unpredictable with things she said sometimes anyway.

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Even if she hadn't been drunk herself, Chanel would have still at least grinned at Brooklyn's snide remark. Sober, she would expended more energy into considering whether or not the girl was trying to come for her in her characteristic unpredictable ways, or if it was just her being Brooke. The two different possibilities did seem one in the same though. Even if she wasn't intoxicated and Brooklyn was trying to insult Chanel, unless she was in a bad mood, it wouldn't have gotten under Chanel's skin enough to warrant a negative reaction. Given that she was in a heightened, happy-go-lucky state, the possible sting to the girl's blunt words were softened significantly. She erupted into a boisterous laugh, caught off guard by the randomness of the interaction and the question. There was a vague, thin line between Chanel's personality drunk and sober. Because she was already the kind of person who was, in so many words, high on life, it could be hard to tell when she'd crossed into drunk territory. But once it was clear she was there, there was no denying it. Her loud laugh was just slightly louder than normal, her smile so wide it looked like it might hurt. She moved like she was dancing or floating or both, because she felt like both, evident by her fluid motions in Brooklyn's direction. "Barely," she said in response to Brooklyn's question about how Chanel afforded living in one of the most expensive cities in the world. She didn't take into account how intrusive the question was, but she didn't care either because it was a question she asked everyday and could hardly answer.

She gasped at the girl's crude comment about her sleeping with Cara's dad, but not in a way that indicated she was offended. Chanel giggled through her shock, her eyes large with surprise and amusement. She laughed harder this time, not because Brooklyn's words were any funnier, but because she was so close to the truth. No one knew that Chanel was a sugar baby on the side, and she didn't plan on telling anyone, so the fact that Brooklyn had essentially answered her own question was somehow especially comical to Chanel--another clue that she was drunk. But what made it hysterical was the fact that it wasn't really funny at all. She laughed at the hidden truth in a subconscious way of coping with something she was actually incredibly ashamed and self-conscience of. Like those people who laugh in sad situations instead of crying, her reaction was similar, but was clearly masked behind her intoxicated state combined with Brooklyn's known crass remarks. "I've actually always wanted to take a pole dancing class," she admitted. "There's something so sensual about it, I think. Like yeah, I'm a bad bitch on this fucking pole in my fucking stilettos. I'm Beyonce, bitch. I'd probably throw my back out trying to shake my ass because I don't really have one," she noted, going as far as to turn around to look at her butt. "You have a cute ass though. I know you rake up, girl. Mmhm, you don't gotta lie. That's why you're so petty? Ooh, I'd be the same way, girl." She didn't mean her comment as rude as it could be taken. In today's society where being petty was prided in a sense, coupled with Chanel's mischievous smirk, it was meant more as a form of endearment. Whether or not it'd be received as such was a different story, but she still continued. "I'd be like 'Yes, bitch! I'm beautiful and I shake this ass on the daily.' You couldn't tell me shit, oh my god. When we get to this place, I'm gonna drop it for you. Not because you asked, but because I want to, and you're clearly the expert and my useless friends back home are fucking thumbs with legs." She turned to look at Brooklyn then, her soft smile having never escaped her face for so much as a second. In an instant, it almost looked like she was slightly embarrassed. "You probably think I'm crazy, but it's okay. I'm not even that drunk. You're not either, so we're getting shots when we get there. Cara!" she called, cupping her hands around her mouth. "We're getting more shots!"

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With how Chanel tended to act sober, it should not have come as any surprise to Brooklyn that her eccentric personality was amplified so much more when she was drunk. Even so, though, she was surprised and being speechless was a feeling that Brooklyn wasn't used to. It was a feeling of surprised mixed with amusement though, because as hard as it was to formulate a response to what Chanel was saying, it also made it easier for Brooklyn to want to roll her eyes, something that felt familiar to her, because even if it was clearly from the alcohol, Chanel was acting weird and dumb. Telling people that they were acting that was was something that she was good at doing, and though she would have no qualms with doing that to someone like Chanel, who she didn't know well enough to know that she wouldn't get offended by it, she didn't do that this time. Obviously more sober than Chanel, it was easier for her to remain on the original train of thought that she was on, so that was why she wanted to push her question. She was still perplexed as to how Chanel had money, or how she was able to act like she did to an extent where it was easier to not question Chanel's friendship with Cara unless you had a reason to actually think about it. She was a second away from breaking her smirk to insist that yes, they should get shots, and that they should be on Chanel this time, as a way of pushing further on the finance topic. Makayla spoke up then, claiming that she was tired and wanted to go back to the room, and that earned itself a bigger eye roll than Brooklyn wanted to send in Chanel's direction.

"The 'exhausted' card isn't going to fool us, Mom," Brooklyn teased, as she turned her head sharply to look at Makayla knowingly. "Your baby is safe in bed, not about to burn down the place, or make friends with the neighbors, or get herself trapped in the elevator. Asleep in bed, and Chanel will go up there right now and make sure of it because she's a good roommate, won't you, Chanel?" she said, though she didn't pause even a second before continuing to answer her own question with, "Of course you will." Placing a hand on Makayla's back, she gave her a sharper push forward, as if she wasn't going to let her turn back even if she wanted to. "We'll have a shot waiting for you when you get back," she continued, though she only turned back to look at Chanel when she added, "Or two if Holly happens to actually be awake. Or wake up thanks to your current loud... state."

Though right now, Collin was ready for a shot of Fireball, if they were going to this club, he saw them staying there for a few hours. It was still early in the night, at least by New York standards, where most people didn't start their night of partying until midnight. With that in mind, he decided that it would be a good idea to go back to the room to freshen up... put on some more cologne, fix his hair, brush his teeth... all of the things that he knew he would be teased for admitting, which was why when he stopped in his tracks, he said, "You know what, I'll go back with you. I wanna charge my phone for a minute, it's almost dead," instead of admitting the truth.

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Not that Chanel was in the right state to really protest, she didn't plan on just doing as Brooklyn told her. While she would have done a nicer version of what the blonde did and try to convince Makayla to stay, the promise of drinks when she got back made the demand seem less, well, demanding. The fact that Collin announced he would head back as well made Brooklyn's quasi-ultimatum seem more like a fun trip. "Omg, my phone is dying too! Snapchat takes so much battery," she groaned. Just like Collin didn't want to admit the actual reasoning behind his returning to the hotel, Chanel also didn't want to admit to just how she was. Of course, one was more glaringly obvious than the other, evident in the way that Chanel felt the need to pull him closer to her by the shirt in order to get his attention as she stabbed her finger at the sky. She cooed as though she'd never seen a night before. "Look! Aren't the stars so pretty?" The hard truth was that the sky probably looked almost clear thanks to being in the center of such a well lit area, but the glaze of her surroundings made simple truths like that easy to ignore--and forget. It was a wonder what amass of stars she was really dazzling at, but the crooked smile on her face told that she was at the very least pleased. "You're really tall," she snorted, her arm newly around his waist, unconsciously using him as support while she lazily slugged down the boardwalk. Chanel stretched her arm vertically and tapped Collin on the head. "Boop!" She snorted before looking between her arm and him, calculating. "You're like half a forearm taller than me. So like a twoarm," she said before shaking her head, able to realize the silliness of her words. "That's not a real thing."

Collin didn't know if there was a reason behind Brooklyn wanting to send Chanel up to do what he figured she saw as the least favorable option, of going to check on Holly. He didn't know if something that Chanel had said had irked her, if she just genuinely wanted Makayla to stay and Chanel seemed like the most likely not to object to going up, if she wanted Cara away from her closest ally for some reason related to his sister, or what the reason was, since he still struggled to read Brooklyn. Sometimes she was a bitch for a reason, and other times, it seemed like there was no clear reason behind it. He was drunk enough that he didn't worry about his sister being alone with Brooklyn, though. It actually wasn't even a thought that crossed his mind, as he was far more concerned with himself and prepping for the night ahead. Additionally, he was drunk enough to think that there was a possibility of a long night ahead, and maybe he wasn't wrong in that assumption, but at the same time, everyone in their party had been drinking for a few hours now, so it was possible that some wouldn't last as long as others. Chanel had the possibility to fall into that category, though she didn't seem sloppy drunk. Even in his own intoxicated state, Collin would have noticed if Chanel was at that point of drunkenness where it was cringe worthy. Right now, her energy and enthusiasm that was amplified by the alcohol only made her seem more endearing and cute. Even if he had genuinely only originally wanted to separate from the group for selfish reasons, he was glad he had opted to go back with Chanel because as she pulled him by the shirt, and leaned against him, it was easier to think of Chanel as just a female friend - a very attractive female friend - and not his sister's friend. Cara wasn't around, Collin wasn't thinking about her, and with alcohol in his system, he felt more relaxed and comfortable than he had at all this trip. "Pretty sure that you fall under the 'really tall' category more than I do," he teased, raising his hand and waving it above Chanel's head as if he were measuring her. Even if he was a few inches taller than her, he was probably just above average for a guy, where as she was definitely well above average for a girl. "But that's kind of your thing, isn't it?" she continued. "You're above average in more ways than just height." Only because he knew that that was a cheesy flirtatious line, he smirked and playfully added, "Like your ability to talk a mile a minute. Think you probably scared Brooklyn off with all that talk, and that's why you got banished up to the room." He considered leaving it at that, knowing that she would probably have something funny to respond with, but as they headed back towards the hotel, which wasn't more than a few yards away, the smell of greasy food had him inching closer to the food stands on the side of the boardwalk. "Can your roommate duties wait an extra two minutes so we can get some food? Mozzarella sticks? Cheese fries? Margaritas? What are you in the mood for?"

"Mozzaritas!" Chanel exclaimed, her excitement causing her to jump over her words to the point that they blended into one, almost seamlessly, effectively proving Collin's previous point on her rapid speaking pace. "I want it all," she said, pulling his hand as she scurried forward, letting go after a few strides so that she could pivot and face him, walking backwards. "Do you think they have cotton candy?" In a very Chanel-like fashion, she pushed towards the little tent that sold the margaritas. She turned her head to him, her brows curved mischievously once they had their drinks in hand. "Wait a second," she said, her low smirk and hard contemplation momentarily making her appear more sober than she actually was. "You don't need another margarita. You're the baby, and I have to look after you," she noted pointedly, poking him in the arm with each emphasis. Chanel leaned forward, narrowing her eyes as she raised her cup. "You said I was going to be first one out and oh look how the tables have turned," she said mockingly, not realizing that her sentence didn't completely go together logistically. "You've lost margarita privileges," she said with a smile, reaching across him in a quick motion, accidentally toppling her own some. While she got some annoyed looks for bystanders, despite none of the liquid getting on them, she still covered her mouth and laughed. "Collin, look what you did! I can't take you anywhere."

"Look what I did?" Collin repeated, laughing in half amusement and half surprise when Chanel reached across for his drink, spilling some of hers in the process. "Sorry, folks,"[/color[ he said, somewhat brazenly (at least for his character), as he glanced towards the people who seemed less amused by their playfulness. [color=#7d9959]"One glass of one and this one's out of control," he explained in a mock apologetic tone, removing himself from their vicinity before he could even see their reaction. "Cara used to call me a two beer queer, but I think you win that title tonight," he said, as he led her to the stand a few down from the margarita one, and ordered chicken fingers and mozzarella sticks. It was a phrase that he always used to take a lot of offense to, even though he knew that the way that Cara used it wasn't necessarily focusing on the "queer" part in terms of being gay, but more-so trying to claim that he was a lightweight. It bothered him still, because he often used to be teased by kids who hurled homophobic insults at him, regardless of him truly not being gay. Him repeating the phrase when he knew that it could be offensive, even to someone like him who wasn't actually gay, probably made it worse, but he was drunk, and as he reasoned in his mind, Florida was the least politically correct place in the country. Somehow, that made it okay to not be politically correct either. "Throwing your drink on innocent people," he exaggerated as he began his verbal list, "Calling Brooklyn petty to her face, talking about pole dancing, really thinking that you're not gonna be the first to pass out tonight... you clearly can't handle your liquor unlike some of us pros," he grinned, proudly taking a swig of his drink. "And only because of that, and how I'll feel bad if you die of a hangover tomorrow, and maybe because you're the only fun person on this trip, will I let you have some of my mozzarella sticks," he finished, once the food was handed to them.

"I'm the fun one, huh?" The greasy aroma from this side of the boardwalk was enticing enough, but being only a few feet around from the food, and then it being right next to her had her mouth watering. Food always tasted better when drunk, and maybe there was scientific reason behind it, or perhaps it was because everything was more extreme when drunk, the good and bad. But right now, those mozzarella sticks seemed three times as good as they probably were sober. The smell of the mozzarella sticks, coupled with the nicely sandwiched compliment that someone as secretly conceited as Chanel didn't miss had her leaning into Collin again. This time, though, she was more purposeful in her actions, making sure to extend her drink out some. While before she was just being drunk and playful, and to an extent, she still was, there was an allure behind her lashes as she looked up at him this time, her chin on his shirt. The cheesiness in her grin was there, but subtly overcome by something else. "I think that's the nicest thing you've said to me all..." She glanced away in thought before turning back. "Forever," she declared, although it didn't make much sense. "And here I was thinking I was the cute one, but maybe that's for you," she said, her tone not matching the innocence of the statement as she opened her mouth in gesture to the mozarella sticks.

Collin could have taken this as an opportunity to be cute and flirtatious in return to Chanel, since he managed to pick up on the subtle shift in the underlying tone of their playfulness. Sober, there was actually probably a better chance that he would have, regardless of how awkward he would have been. Drunk, though, he found everything to be a bit more amusing, and so while he honored Chanel's open-mouthed request for a mozzarella stick by feeding her one, he accepted her compliment with a cheesy grin. "I mean, if the shoe fits, I guess I have to wear it," he said, in response to her saying that he was the cuter one of out the two of them. Still clearly feeling bolder than usual, after washing down a mozzarella stick himself with some of his margarita, he looked back at her. "But you can't act like that's the nicest thing I've said to you. I'm always nice to you at home. Could be nicer, but I've come to realize that Cara's friends are always a million levels out of my league. Apparently it's the one's she's not friends with, that I seem to have luck with," he continued, his lips turning upwards into a smirk then. "So, I mean, if you have any beef with her, now would be a perfect time to let me know."

While it would have been most time effective to eat on the way to the hotel, which was literally just on the other side of where they were standing, Chanel was too drawn to the unusual warmth of the night. At least, it was unusual for her, coming straight from New York. So instead of heading right into their residence, she stopped and leaned against the fence bordering the water. "Hmm," she thought aloud as she watched the lights dance off the subtle currents. "Any beef... Well, compared to you, nothing," she grinned devilishly before shrugging and sipping her drink. "We all have flaws, don't we? I try not to hold that against people. Lord knows I'm the last one who should anyway." She rolled her eyes to her self, not suppressing the chuckle that escaped.

"Oh, come on," Collin smiled, rolling his eyes too, but in a more light hearted manner. "What's your biggest flaw? Being too nice to people?" he asked, meaning it as a compliment obviously, but also just speaking honestly, since Chanel wasn't the kind of girl who seemed too flawed outwardly, at least compared to other people. She was friendly and energetic, and maybe that was too much for some people, but that was the only negative he could think of initially. He corrected himself a beat later, though. "Or, actually, being nice to most people, but bullying people who don't deserve it like you did to me earlier today?" he pressed, referencing how he had felt outcasted earlier in the day due to his association with Brooklyn and Roman. "Right when I felt like maybe kissing you might not get me pushed into this lake, I had to go and trigger myself with those traumatizing memories," he said, definitely past the point of feeling awkward and timid, but also definitely past the point of being capable of being smooth, but not caring regardless.

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It took a second for Chanel to understand Collin's mention of the clear change in the way she was treating him. In the beginning of the day, she was mostly siding with Cara, and now she was being friendly, perhaps too friendly, but she didn't recognize the latter. Even as she sipped on her cup with a sly grin and shrugged nonchalantly, she didn't see how she was clearly dancing on a line here. "You can swim, can't you?" It probably wasn't so telling that Chanel wasn't jolted by Collin's words since she was so drunk, but, to put it plainly, it wasn't anything new for her. Tell her she's a sweet, super nice person, and you were more likely to get a blush out of her than brazenly flirting with her. It wasn't something she would openly admit, since it sounded pretty crass, but the point remained that she didn't shy away from flirting, innocent or not. To make matters worse, one of the key remains she enjoyed flirting was because of the mind games it entailed. She felt in a place of power. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but given Chanel's history with being manipulative, it wasn't entirely clean either, and it was apparent in the way she teased him a beat later. Chanel shrugged simply. "Not that you would have anyway," she noted. "My biggest flaw is that I care too little, and yours is that you care too much," she said, grabbing another mozzarella stick and using that to point at him. "Which is probably why you can't land with Cara's friends. I mean, when's the last time you did something super bold? And talking back to your sister doesn't count."

"Pretty sure sleeping with Brooklyn counts as being bold," he responded in defense, though lightly so. "Or maybe that falls under suicidal more than it does bold," he continued after a second of contemplation. He was tempted to bring up how she had not helped his case again, that night that he unknowingly brought Brooklyn back to his house at the same time that Chanel and Cara were there, but it didn't cross his mind in that second. "But either way, the point is that I can be bold," he continued, looking away from her for a moment as he tossed the now-empty container where the mozzarella sticks had been, and his empty margarita cup in the trash can behind him. It wasn't as impulsive as it could have been, since he paused for a second or two, looking at Chanel as he wondered whether he was being stupid or not, but before he let her respond, he stepped close enough to her that there was barely an inch between them, allowed his arms to fall just below her waist as he eliminated the small space between them, and kissed her.

It probably didn't need to be stated that Chanel was surprised. It didn't readily show up in her reaction, though. Even as Collin drew closer, she didn't hesitate, and once he kissed her, she didn't pull away either. She wasn't so drunk that she didn't, at least on a surface level, know that kissing Colling was a giant red X. But she was too drunk to fathom the reason for that, and so coupled with the fact that bad choices didn't seem so bad while intoxicated, she didn't see or feel anything wrong when she began to kiss him back. Chanel also wasn't too drunk to admit to herself that it wasn't bad either. Not that she'd ever fantasized about kissing her best friend's brother, but the giddiness thanks to the alcohol, on top of the magical feeling of being in Disney did play a role. All her recent encounters with men had been subpar and problematic to put it vaguely, so the pleasant feelings she felt were almost foreign. The fact that she could still feel that way especially after he'd just, in the same breath, mentioned about sleeping with someone else, that someone who was her best friend's enemy, said a lot about the state she was currently in. The ground beneath her felt unsteady, so even once Collin moved back, she grabbed one of his arms. "Very bold," she grinned, dragging her thumb across his mouth when she noticed faint remnants of her lipstick, that she very well could have been imagining. "You can finally say you kissed someone with mozzarella breath. Or maybe don't say that actually." Chanel laughed at her own attempted quip, resting her chin on his chest as she hugged her arms around him. "That was mildly enjoyable. And you have really pretty eyes," she cooed. "Mine are prettier though. But that's three nice things I've said about you, which means I've made up for whatever you think I did to you today."

In the short width of time between getting from the boardwalk to the elevator, Chanel had gotten to a point where nothing was fluid. Everything was staccato: short little bursts of activity. From shouting over the lake, to the sudden rush of cool, conditioned air, and now she was in an elevator, but it took her a second to realize that she wasn't stuck in a box. It didn't dawn on her that it was really the elevator, even though she didn't show any issue with knowing to hit the buttons. She leaned down so that her face was level with the buttons and narrowed her eyes, the numbers seemingly growing in distance from her. "How do you work this thing, you know?" she blurted in a slur of words. "I like this one," she said, pressing a random floor before turning so that she was leaning into the wall, but facing Collin. "I like you too." Chanel grinned as she stumbled to him, her arms around his neck. She rested her head on his shoulder momentarily, all her weight leaned into him as she embraced his warmth. Her arms were littered with goosebumps even though her heart was racing, her mouth was cottony, and everything seemed to be spinning so fast it left a gust of heat around her. Her hand was suddenly on the side of his face, as if simply saying his name wouldn't be enough to get his attention, which as soon as she did, caused her to start giggling. She only gazed at him for that breath, her mind traveling around the thoughts her mouth couldn't manage to say. How he was genuinely a nice person, and always seemed that way, and perhaps that's why being this close felt the way it did. How that was how it seemed with the others as well before they showed their true colors and ended up hurting her, but she wouldn't fault him if he did the same, because a part of her felt she deserved it. Her lips wouldn't move to say that she liked the way he'd held her back then, even if it was partially in jest, because there was still an innocence around it in the sense that his gain wasn't to treat her as an object. He'd touched her as a breathing person, and that was a novelty to her, and what drew her back. In this moment, they were both vulnerable, and that made her feel safe; it had been some time since she'd let her guard down. But because she couldn't force her lips to speak what she felt, she just pulled him to her again.

Collin wouldn't admit it in fear of sounding weak, but that one last margarita was what it took to push him into real drunkenness. The kind of drunkenness that got people into trouble, albeit serious trouble, or more of a moral sort of trouble. He was on a path towards the latter, though he didn't realize it in the moment. Even if he could realize that he was feeling pretty intoxicated, he was in the mindset where he was basing his own level of rationality off of a comparison of Chanel, and compared to her, he felt like he was more sober. It was easier to laugh at her, as if she was the one who was being stupid and silly and drunk, even though he knew he was close to being that drunk too. If he wasn't, there was no way that he would have thought about doing anything more than kissing Chanel. That was as bold as he could have gotten, even one drink ago. This last drink had given him the confidence and careless-ness boost that he needed to throw caution to the wind. Chanel was a wildly attractive girl, who wasn't just beautiful, but was also quirky and funny and cute and charming. She had a personality that brought along a contagious, uplifting vibe, and even disregarding the sexual attraction that he had for her, that he was suddenly allowing himself to embrace, her vibe in itself was attractive to him. He found himself not even able to maintain a smirk, as every time he tried to keep it on his face, it grew into a grin of amusement at what she said, or the way she looked at him, or what she did. For once in what felt like an entire lifetime, he silenced every little voice in his head that would normally be screaming "Caution! Caution! Caution! This is going to lead to problems!" and it felt liberating. With the way that she had pushed a random floor button, the elevator trip took longer than it needed to, but barely so, since Collin corrected it fairly quickly. Before the doors opened, though, he found himself kissing her again. He didn't know why, this time, other than that it just felt right, when she had pulled him towards her. His heart was racing, and his nerves were at an all time high, but in an exhilarating way, not an anxious one. He was playing with fire, but he didn't feel like he was about to get burned. "You're so..." he began, his voice near a whisper when he pulled away from her to take a breath, but before he could finish, the dinging of the elevator alerted him to the doors opening beside them. He didn't finish what was going to be a compliment now that he was distracted, and instead chuckled, almost in embarrassment, as if someone had caught them making out, even though no one was there, as he motioned for Chanel to leave the elevator first. "I hope your phone's at zero percent, because I don't wanna have to see anyone but you for the rest of the night," he said, referencing the given reason for why they were leaving the others.

Collin's cheesy flirtatious line went completely over and around Chanel's head, but it amused her nonetheless. "You're such a dork," she indicated him with her finger, even though he was the only person she could be talking to. Sober, had any guy tried feeding that line to her, she would have snorted and rolled her eyes dismissively. It wasn't to say that she was now so drunk that she was lowering her standards, because Collin was definitely a dream guy in his own rights, even if only looks and money were taken into consideration. Instead, she wasn't being so uptight and was able to appreciate the laughableness in their interaction. She pranced down the hallway, not minding if it was the right direction or not, swinging her arms to and fro. She twirled a few times, a decision she regretted seconds after. As she slumped (or, more accurately, fell) against the wall, her head wobbling just like the hall seemed to, she grinned hazily towards him as she stretched her hands out in his direction. She took his hands in hers and began to sway them side to side. "You know I used to do ballet? I was soooo bad," she said, emphasizing her lack of skill by turning her head up towards the ceiling. She fell into a fit of laughter thinking about how her instructor probably hated her because Chanel only wanted to do ballet so that she could dress pretty and look at herself in the mirror. She didn't want to actually learn what or how to do a proper plie. She remembered Collin earlier at the tequila bar, and she laughed harder as she shook her head, trying to speak through her hysteria. "Remember when you couldn't dance at the tequila bar?" While Collin was likely very aware of his dancing skills, or lack thereof, like most people who aren't good at something, Chanel found it especially funny, added with the fact that it seemed like it would be a surprise to both of them. Collin probably wasn't as bad as Chanel's laughter indicated, though. "You were like this." She let go of his hands and began dramatically imitating him, not concerned with how accurately she was portraying him or not, and more likely just dancing crazily for the sake of being silly.

Just as before, she got dizzy within a matter of seconds, the intense gestures and sudden movement not something her body could tolerate right now, so like before, she fell back against the wall, this time holding her stomach tightly. "Ohhhh my god, hilarious." When the room finally began to focus, her face changed. "Oh my god, are we seriously back at the hotel already? Oh my god, we're at Disney! God, do you know how lucky we are?" she asked, contorting her face as though she just couldn't fathom it. "That's craaaazy!" She extended her head back again as she elongated the word, amused with her own antics and the sheer craziness of being in the happiest place in the world. "I love Disney!" she shouted.

His face might have turned a shade of pink as Chanel poked fun at his dancing, especially since he didn't think he had been that bad, but to combat it, he playfully flipped her off as revenge. Maybe he wasn't great at dancing, but she wasn't great at holding her liquor, and so he reasoned that they were even. Granted, for someone who was thin enough to weigh next to nothing, Chanel was actually doing surprisingly well for how much she had drank. Given that they had been drinking steadily since dinner (and had actually had a drink or two earlier in the day with lunch), it was nearly shocking that she wasn't passed out in bed yet. Had he been more sober, he might have even felt bad that Brooklyn had refused to let Makayla go back to bed, because he couldn't blame her for being tired if she genuinely was. While he was drunk enough right now to not even consider falling asleep, after a day of travel, walking around amusement parks, and consuming copious amounts of alcohol, especially in the heat, it was expected that they would all be tired. Collin didn't even want to think about the hangovers that would come tomorrow, and he just hoped that he would surprise himself and not end up with one. He wasn't exactly a light weight, but he never went too hard with hard liquor, and rarely ever mixed hard liquors like he had done tonight, so what tomorrow entailed was truly going to be an experience in itself. If nothing else, he hoped that he didn't wake up tomorrow feeling the worst, and not even for the obvious reason of not wanting to feel like shit, but more-so because he felt like it would be embarrassing to be the only one dying of a hangover when he hadn't consumed the most alcohol out of the bunch.

"You're lucky you're cute or else I'd leave you here and let you try to find your way back to the room all by your self," he teased in response, as they passed a hallway that they should have turned down to get to their room. Collin didn't object, only because she stopped a few feet away and was leaning against a wall then, gushing about how lucky they were and how much she loved Disney. Even though Collin was definitely drunk, and definitely acting out of character compared to how he usually was, he had enough sense in him to know that letting Chanel shout in the hallway of a hotel predominantly filled with families (that were probably sleeping at this hour) wasn't smart. It didn't stop him from laughing at her, but he gently grabbed her arm and tugged her off the wall. "I'll admit that this is the most fun I've had in Disney in a long time," he said, "But you're gonna end up in a one-way lovefest with Disney if any of these other people end up complaining about some drunk-off-her-ass, can't-hold-her-liquor lunatic wakes them up with her uncalled for and inaccurate imitations of a good dancer, so save your... Chanel-ness until we're in the room," he said, barely able to hold back at laugh as he studied her face for a moment, before leading her down the correct hallway and to their room. With a scan of his wristband, the door was unlocked and he held the door open for her to go inside.

Looking at her again, especially now that they were alone in the hotel room (aside from Holly, who he had momentarily forgotten about), he struggled to not act on impulse, close the door and push her up against to kiss her. He wanted to, and he found himself reaching out to grab her wrist, in what would have led to something like that. Before he could get to it though, a minor background noise that couldn't have been anything more than a creak of a floorboard from whoever was staying above them, or maybe the sound of the air conditioning system turning on, startled him more than it deserved to. It made him quickly remember why Chanel was actually supposed to be up there. "I won't tell you to tone it down, because your personality is actually the best thing that happened to me tonight," he admitted, with a mischievous smile, "But if you wake up Holly, I feel like Makayla's the type that's got it in her to push you off the balcony, and I might be too scared to stop her, so..." Even drunk, when he wasn't overthinking everything, there was no denying that Collin still had a little bit of a quirky, awkwardness to him. He wasn't slick and smooth and good with his words where he could get a girl to drop her pants with just that. He could dream, but it wasn't one of his skills, and he knew it.

"Oh!" Chanel covered her mouth, remember that Holly was in fact in one of the rooms sleeping. Still in her laughing mood, she covered her face and shook her head, leaning into his chest for a moment. She pulled back enough to look up at him, but her voice was now a whisper, at least for her levels. It was more of a hushed speaking voice, but compared to how loud she was being before, there was a significant difference. "I'm being so loud right now, aren't I? No, wait! You're always super quiet. You never talk. Even when I go to your apartment and I'm like 'Hey, Collin!' You're so quiet. What's up with that?" she said, giving her a slight push, not out of anger, but because everything was theatrical at this point. Chanel was to the point where everything seemed to be moving three times as fast, she was moving twice as slow, and only remembering half of it. Her movements were long and lulled, so as she moved to the kitchen, she didn't turn the corner, but instead rolled around it. She didn't announce that she was getting water because she thought everything she was thinking was somehow being vocalized. "Aren't you so hot?" she said, the few steps taking more out of her than it should have. She pressed her palm to her face, and while she was warm, she felt that it was even stronger than it actually was. Her eyes widened in surprise as she gestured towards him and pulled him towards her. "Feel how hot I am." Without waiting even a second for him to do so himself, she placed his hands on her face, giving him a look that would translate to See?

Again, she'd lost track of her own thoughts and movement. She was in the kitchen because it felt like she might suffocate from dehydration, but with Collin right in front of her, there was a new distraction. She smiled sweetly, her hands holding onto his wrists. "Your hands feel nice," she said, which was probably a weird statement on its own. A more conclusive sentence would have been that his hands felt a lot cooler than her. Chanel let go of him, only to move her hands to his cheeks and pat them alternately, making clucking noises. "Boop, boop, boop!" When she got this drunk, which nowadays was pretty rare, she was very touchy. Even in sobriety, she felt too close to people too soon, but it was something she could consciously try to work on. With her walls down though, and with no filters, she was a person who liked being close to people emotionally and physically, and there were no boundaries. She was constantly dancing around and over the line between playful and flirty. From the ways she consistently went from silly like a few seconds ago, to now, where she was being far more intimate. It was a clear indicator that even she couldn't keep up with herself. In fact, she didn't even remember how or when they got into the room, even if it was just seconds ago. She tousled Collin's hair since it looked insanely fluorescent but then pulled him to her so that their foreheads were touching. Chanel squeezed her eyes shut tight. "Okay. Read my mind, starting now." Laughing soon after, she shook her head. "You have to be serious," she said, as though he was the one who couldn't hold a straight face.

If Chanel wasn't always so exuberant, and if Collin wasn't pretty drunk himself, it would have been a lot easier to realize that Chanel was probably past the point of being good-drunk. She was clearly entering the territory of being all over the place to a point where it shouldn't have been so amusing, but it was. It wasn't like she went from being a recluse to acting like this, where the transformation would have been undeniably noticeable, and additionally, Collin didn't know her well enough to know how she acted drunk, and how she acted when she was past that and wasted. It wasn't that he didn't care, or realized that she was too gone to make conscious decisions on her own, and he wasn't trying to take advantage of her. He was just similarly intoxicated, feeding off of her positive and flirtatious energy, and enjoying her, even if he was definitely ready to tease her about how him being too quiet for her was better than how she was too weird for him.

Even though she insisted that he had to be serious when she rested her forehead against his, telling him he had to try to read her mind, with a statement like that, it was hard to be serious. He tried to play along for a second, closing his eyes as if he was trying to concentrate on channeling her thoughts, before opening them up and smiling in a more gentle way. "In a perfect world, you're thinking that we shouldn't go back down and meet up with the others, and should take advantage of having this hotel room to ourselves," he said. Though it may not have been as blatantly bold as how he had kissed her in the spur of the moment earlier, what he was alluding to made it the boldest thing he had said in a while. "That's just what you're thinking in a perfect world, though. You tell me what you're thinking in the real world," he followed up, his smile growing a fraction as he looked at her.

"I'm thinking..." Instead of forming an actual response, partly because it was getting harder to so much as speak, she pulled him to her and kissed him. Unlike on the boardwalk, when it was playful but intimate, this time she kissed him hungrily. Should it so happen that she remember this point of the night in the morning--the overwhelming guilt she would feel aside--she'd be overcome with embarrassment. Not just because her actions were beyond her, but because of how intimate she'd been. It wasn't something she'd let herself feel in a long time, and not something she knew she needed until this very moment as she kissed him deeper and deeper. Now, though, those feelings didn't have any barriers or filters, or needed explanations, and perhaps that was what drew her closer to him. Because she'd been crafting every action and reaction for the past four years, it was like letting go of a long exhale, and taking in as much air as you possibly could because there was no telling when you'd be able to breathe again. It hadn't been long since she'd been intimate with someone, but in a pure, raw sense? She couldn't recall the last time. But at the same time, she didn't fully comprehend what she was doing. Not in that she didn't know she was currently kissing Collin as she led them to the bedroom. Even once they got there, she knew her exact intentions as she began pulling at his shirt, but she didn't comprehend the full weight of what she was doing: that this was all a red flag. Or maybe deep down she did know, but couldn't bring herself to care. Right now, all she knew and understood was what she was feeling in that second of time, and even to an extent, she didn't fully understand that either. But that was also why she kept following it. It was like a little taste of serendipity: a pleasant surprise you couldn't yet fathom, but you weren't willing to walk away from.

The alcohol in him was absolutely the only reason for why Collin wasn't overrun with butterflies to a point where he would have been frozen in place when Chanel pulled him towards his bedroom. Sure, he had just alluded to that, but even if he had somehow been brave enough to make a move like that sober, there was no way that he would go through with it. It was different with Brooklyn, even if there wasn't always alcohol involved there. He had a lifetime worth of payback that he was satisfying towards his sister when it came to Brooklyn, so the rush that had come with that had made him drunk in itself. With someone like Chanel, he knew that he would never be bold enough to do something like this without intense amounts of alcohol. She was too tall, and pretty, and cool, and most importantly, his older sister's close friend. There were too many barriers that normally would have stood in his way, and though even right now he got a rush of nerves, the rush of adrenaline and testosterone allowed him to momentarily overlook the nerves. He followed Chanel in eagerly, but paused once they were inside. He didn't know if he was about to kill the moment, but he wanted this sex to be good. Even drunk, he knew he would be more confident if he felt good, and that meant that he wanted to brush his teeth, spray some cologne, and most importantly, grab a condom from his bag of toiletries that he had left in the bathroom. "Give me one minute," he said, holding her hand for a second as it pulled at his shirt. He pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor, as if that was a sign that he was serious and this and genuinely would be as quick as he could be, but he turned back then and entered the bathroom.

Collin may have surpassed his promise of only needing a minute by an extra two or three minutes, but he tried to be as quick as possible, and doing that wasn't hard when he had a wildly attractive girl waiting for him in bed just steps away. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, though he didn't see it that way in the moment), when he returned from the bathroom, it was apparent that Chanel was out. Her eyes were shut, her body lay still, and the contrast in her behavior then, compared to how she was just a few minutes ago, surprised him. It shouldn't have, given that she was clearly drunk, but it still did. Although he was disappointed, he wasn't able to wallow in self-pity, and even in the moment, he realized that it was a good thing that she had passed out like this before they actually got intimate, because having sex with someone who passed out during or right after sex would obviously not be a good look for the other person. If anything, he was more concerned and felt bad, because he assumed Chanel would be disappointed in herself for being the first one to pass out (even though that was something that he would happily remind her of tomorrow). "I knew you couldn't hang," he said aloud, shaking his head and smirking lightly, though he expected her to not respond. "Let's get you to bed," he continued, as he tried to carefully wrap an arm underneath her to pick her up.

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Holly went to bed early and woke up early, so as inconvenient as the latter may have been for the others, given that they were basically living in two different time zones comparatively with their sleep schedules, it was something she couldn't help. Additionally, with how Holly was, she couldn't just remain in bed and stare at the ceiling, or shut her eyes and just appreciate having a very comfortable bed to relax in for a few more hours, until everyone else woke up. Instead, after trying that for two or three minutes, she found herself itching to stretch her legs, and more than that, itching to socialize. Her sister lay beside her, so she was the first person that Holly tried to get to wake up with her, but clearly still craving sleep, even after a few persistent pokes and hisses, Makayla just rolled over and muttered a barely audible "go back to sleep". That wasn't an option, but Holly decided against telling her that. She had other people to talk to, and though Chanel would have been the obvious next choice, given that she was just a bed away, Holly knew better. Makayla had warned her countless times back at home that under no circumstance was she allowed to wake Chanel up, and even if it had taken a few months for Holly to really abide by that, by now, it was ingrained in her head that Chanel was someone that she wasn't allowed to wake up. A normal person would understand that with that logic, she shouldn't wake anyone up when they were sleeping, but Holly needed explicit instructions with things like that, so with Makayla quickly falling back asleep, Holly had left their bedroom and soon found herself creeping into Cara's.

It took a few gentle shakes for her to wake the blonde up, but when Cara finally opened her eyes, Holly's excitement was evident. She didn't consider that Cara probably wanted to sleep past the current time of 6:02 AM. They were in Disney World, which was a new place for Holly, which meant that there would never be enough time on this trip to explore everything she wanted to see. She couldn't waste a minute of it, and she certainly couldn't waste a minute of it pretending to sleep when she had spent the last nine or so hours sleeping. Holly was very lucky that Cara was so good to her, because after a night of drinking, especially when you were supposed to be on vacation time, no one could have blamed Cara for asking Holly to go back to bed and locking her bedroom door behind her. She didn't do that, and instead, told Holly to quietly go back to her bedroom and get a bathing suit and an outfit for the day, so that they could go down to the pool, and then when they were finished there, Holly could change into her day's clothes in Cara's room so that she wasn't disturbing Makayla and Chanel any more than necessary.

Though she probably would have been enthusiastic about anything that Cara suggested, she loved swimming, so Holly was more than eager to follow Cara's plan. After an hour and a half of swimming, they returned to the room so that she could change, before heading to a restaurant on the boardwalk called Trattoria al Forno for a breakfast that involved interactions with some characters. After finishing a plate of mini waffles shaped like Mickey Mouse, getting pictures taken with Ariel, Prince Eric, Rapunzel, and Flynn Rider, and receiving a compliment from Ariel on her hair color, it was safe to say that Holly's mood was even higher than it normally was... which said a lot in itself. She was overflowing with energy by the time that they returned to the hotel room at around nine-thirty, and easily expected everyone else to be up by then, even when Cara hinted that they probably wouldn't be. "Can you send those pictures of me and Ariel to Makayla? She's going to be so jealous!" Holly exclaimed as she slipped her sandals off of her feet when they were back in the living room area of the hotel room. Though she didn't expect to be sitting around for long, she wanted to change into sneakers anyway, and Cara had warned her that the others may not be quite ready yet, even though she had texted them to get up during breakfast. "Do you think we'll see Ariel again when we go to Magic Kingdom today? We'll definitely see Cinderella, right? Because it's her castle that's there?" she asked, though she didn't even wait for the answer as she was already bounding towards her bedroom door. "I'm gonna tell Makayla about what we did!" she announced, giving Cara little time to object even if she wanted to.

When she stepped inside, she was surprised to find the room completely dark, with the lights still turned off and the curtains still closed. "It's time to wake up!" she announced, though her tone was more excited than it was irritated or demanding. "It's morning and we're going to Magic Kingdom and everyone has to come because it's going to be so much fun!" she continued, dancing over to the doors that led to the balcony and pulling the curtains away from them to allow sunlight to flood the room.

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Makayla hadn't managed to fall asleep until around three in the morning. She was fairly used to having to wake up after a late night, since she often worked until four or five in the morning at the night club, and had to be up only a couple of hours later to get Holly ready for school. On those nights, though, she wasn't drowning herself in an amount of liquor that actually left her stumbling by the end of the night, so getting up today definitely felt more brutal. It spoke to that in how she barely even stirred when Holly got out of bed, returned a few minutes later to retrieve something from the dresser, and then left again. Makayla was going in and out of sleep, and she never even remembered responding to Cara's text explaining where she was taking Holly, even though once she finally woke up and got into the shower, she saw that she had in fact thanked the blonde. If Holly wasn't a factor, Makayla would have been able to sleep until two or three in the afternoon with the level of exhaustion she was feeling, but she couldn't. Even if Cara's group text explaining the day's plan was something that she could have read and then fallen back to sleep after, Makayla knew that she needed to get herself together because she wasn't going to let Cara spend the entire day taking care of Holly. Her body wished she could, but she begrudgingly pulled herself out of bed to get ready for the morning. She made sure to be careful of Chanel who was asleep in the bed next to her, because even if Makayla supposed that Chanel should start getting ready to, to adhere to Cara's suggested plan, she wasn't going to be the one to wake her up just yet. She told herself that if she was still in bed by the time she finished in the bathroom, she would try to wake her up then, but as Makayla finished up, Holly beat her to that. Only because she figured that Cara would wake Chanel up anyway, she didn't necessarily rush to intercept Holly, and finished brushing out her hair and applying on a minimal level of makeup before stepping out of the bathroom.

"Shhh..." she said to Holly, ushering her away from the windowed doors that led to the balcony. "You don't need to be so loud this early in the morning. Everyone's still just waking up," she explained. She glanced at Chanel, who still lay in bed, with slight concern as she pressed a hand against Holly's back to make sure that she moved back towards the front of the room. It was only then that she actually remembered that Chanel had left the group much earlier in the night than the others. She recalled Collin referencing how Chanel had fallen asleep, but it didn't take much thinking to know that it had to have been alcohol induced, since Chanel didn't seem like one to leave the party early. "Go make sure Brooklyn's up,"[/color] she suggested, knowing that it wasn't smart to have Holly bother her either, but also knowing that she would feel less guilty for Holly disturbing a sleeping Brooklyn over a sleeping Chanel. Makayla followed her out into the living room of the hotel room, but only to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, that she brought back to the room. She shuffled around in her bag for a minute before she found Advil, and she returned to Chanel's bedside, placing those there. She had already taken a dose herself in order to curb the hangover that she was feeling, though for her the best thing that helped was puking before showering, even though she hated doing it. It was really the only thing that would ensure that she wouldn't feel sick to her stomach for the rest of the day, but she knew Advil would help with the other side effects too.

She couldn't help but to smile, though it was somewhat in pity, as she looked down at Chanel. "I'm leaving water and Advil here, please take them," she requested. [color=#FF8400]"We missed you last night," she continued. "So I'm guessing you'll need them. Especially if Cara comes in here and sees that you're still in bed," she said, adding in the last part teasingly, as she was sure that Cara would be the first to complain about her friend slowing them down for the day.

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For her, the night had started and ended at the tequila bar with a blink. She was catatonic the rest of the night, and would have continued sleeping, even through Holly's intrusion. The noise coupled with the light was enough to make her stir, but she was still too drained to physically recoil. Even then, everything was so hazy that she would have continued on thinking it was a dream, and had she been able to sleep into the afternoon, she probably would have forgotten the occurrence all together. She was nearly completely asleep again until she heard Makayla's voice. It took a second for her to register that it was a voice she was hearing and not just imagining, and she lay there still for a second longer, her eyes fluttering until she was finally able to force them open. It still took her some time to form a response, which was initially just in the form of staring, eyes glazed, at the space across from her. While her eyes were vacant, her mind was churning, warming up as realization after realization occurred. Like that this wasn't the tequila bar, and that she was in a bed that wasn't her own, but she was at Disney, and then that someone was talking to her, and that someone was Makayla. It took another minute for her to process the words that Makayla had actually said, and she wasn't triggered to do so until she happened to see the water and medicine on the table. While the medicine would surely be needed, the water was what her body was yearning for. Seeing the glass suddenly alerted her body to just how dehydrated it was. In a half instance, it was completely gone, not a drop spilled. She did stop long enough to pop the Advil and chase it with the rest of the water, but after she was done, she dropped back onto her pillow, still not registering that it was morning and time to start the day.

"Fuck me," she said, though a faint smile was growing on her lips. Chanel began stretching, her body really starting to wake. It probably came as a surprise that she wasn't doubling over in pain. While she did feel pretty shitty, and actually worse than usual, she was one of the fortunate ones to not be plagued with severe hangovers. They also varied for her. Sometimes it was a matter of being nauseous and dizzy, and other time it was a matter of not being able to get out of bed. While she was completely severed, she was significantly disoriented. She understood where she was now, and that she'd blacked out, but she was still distanced from reacting to any of that. Chanel slowly sat up, feeling her brain slosh between her ears. If her lack of a sickening hangover wasn't surprising, then her calm demeanor was. "You look cute," she said, without much emotion behind her voice. "I'm gonna go throw up." She nodded to herself and slowly inched off the bed, dragging her feet along the carpet until it finally touched the cool linoleum, which had the effect of wakening her senses. Essentially undoing all of Makayla's consideration, she puked in the toilet. When she was done, she washed her mouth out and began brushing it. Afterwards, she began slurping the water from the sink, desperate to kick the dry sensation in her mouth. After a minute, it became too much to stand, as the ground was feeling like it was swaying, so she inched her way back into the bedroom and fell back onto her bed. "I'm not usually like this." In an atypical fashion, though her voice was still groggy, there was an underlying tone of embarrassment. "Sorry," she mumbled, managing to smile some. "Wow, I'm really not shit. Fuck me." Another minute passed before something in her face changed and she frowned at the floor, turning her head to the said. "Wait..." she began. "What the hell is happening?"

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Even though Chanel's response to her was obviously very unlike the typical Chanel, Makayla wasn't necessarily disturbed by it, because she already imagined that she was hungover. Despite living with the girl, she wasn't really familiar with how Chanel acted when hungover, and that was mostly because hangovers were pretty typical in common symptoms, so there was no reason to take note of any particular behaviors that Chanel had when hungover. She couldn't tell that this one had the potential to be worse than others, and as it seemed now, it wasn't particularly horrible. Chanel was able to get out of bed at least, and even if throwing up would negate the Advil and water she had just consumed, Makayla was glad that she was going to do that, because she was similar in how that was one of the best ways to start getting over the hangover. Just because Chanel wasn't dying in bed didn't mean that last night wasn't noteworthy, but Makayla obviously had no idea of just how interesting it was, and especially not how interesting it could have been. Even if that wasn't something she could even imagine, she was still curious as to how Chanel had managed to go from bubbly and fun to falling asleep in just minutes.

"What is happening, or what did happen?" she said once Chanel returned to bed, trying to suppress her smile as she spoke. She knew that it was inappropriate and mean to think it was humorous that Chanel was suffering, but a hangover wasn't real suffering. It certainly felt like it to the person victim to it, and Makayla knew that good and well from first hand experience, but at the same time, she at least hoped that Chanel's hangover was a fair trade given the fun that she had hopefully had the night before. Because Chanel was always so positive and enthusiastic, it was hard to tell when she was having more fun than usual. Especially given that the end of Chanel's night had come sooner than expected, and sans Makayla, she wasn't exactly certain if Chanel had just had too much alcohol and that was the end of it, or if she had had a lot of fun, and then had too much to drink, but that it was at least worth it. "Because I can't answer the latter, and by the looks of it, I'm not sure if you can either," she teased, "But what's happening now is that Cara wants us to all be out of bed and ready to go to... Magic Kingdom, I think it is?" She knew that this was the "center piece" park of Disney World, and that Holly was very excited to go to it, and even if she still felt pretty shitty, she was excited to go too. It was easier to push the hangover to the back of her mind when this was a once in a lifetime trip for her. Becoming a bit more true to her maternal self, she looked down at Chanel with an expression that was more soft and concerned than amused now. "If you need more time to rest I don't think it'll be a big deal though. I'm used to having to be up early with Holly every day, even after a night of drinking, but I know everyone's life isn't as hellish as mine," she joked. "You can always meet up with us once you feel up to it, you know?"

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Cara had probably gotten the least amount of sleep out of everyone in the group, and yet somehow, she was in decent spirits. By the time she, Brooklyn, Roman and Makayla had gotten back to the room the night before, it was a little past two in the morning, and after that, Cara took a shower before going to bed. She was the type of person who even completely wasted, had to shower before bed. Especially after a night of heavy drinking, she knew that if she didn't shower, she would feel especially gross the next morning, so even when she could barely think straight during that night, she knew that she had to force herself to shower, even if it was the last thing that she wanted to do. Last night definitely counted as her being pretty drunk. It wasn't the worst that Cara had ever been, that was for sure, but she was drunk enough that she somehow shockingly ended up actually getting along with, and maybe even having fun, with Brooklyn, so that spoke for itself. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't been able to sink into too deep of a sleep that it wasn't as painful to wake up when Holly woke her up just a few minutes past six in the morning. Additionally, it probably went back t one of the major reasons why she liked Holly so much: it was nice to know that someone wanted to be around you so much. Even if Holly acted that way towards many people, she had given Cara a purpose during a time in her life where she was directionless. Being needed by Makayla and Holly had allowed her to feel important, and as she would always remind people, Holly had grown into a friend to Cara. She obviously knew that Holly and Makayla needed her more than she needed them when it came to the arrangement that they had, but Cara did enjoy spending time with Holly. It was nice having someone who was always eager to get dinner with you, or see a movie, or go shopping. Cara was so used to having no responsibilities, and no real reason tog get up in the morning (in a less somber way than that sounded), that it was somehow almost refreshing to have someone waking her up because they wanted to be with her. It was the kind of "refreshing" that even she recognized would wear off if it happened more than one morning in a row, but for today, it was fine. It was good, actually, especially once she had another hour laying by the pool that included some on and off sleep as Holly played in the pool.

Breakfast was another good way to start the day, and Cara appreciated being able to have breakfast with just Holly, because the girl could carry a conversation just as well as the rest of their group combined (even counting Chanel), but it was somehow more relaxing than being in a big group. It was sweet seeing how excited Holly when the characters came around, and her food didn't bother her stomach, so by the end of the meal, Cara was feeling somewhat normal. She knew that she would probably crash in a few hours out of exhaustion, but at least for now she didn't feel ill. She had sent out a group text message to Brooklyn, Chanel, Collin, Makayla and Roman about an hour earlier, telling them all that she wanted to leave by ten o'clock latest to get to Magic Kingdom, so by the time that she and Holly returned to the room around nine-thirty, she did expect everyone to at least be out of bed. Ideally, she expected them all to be dressed and ready, to give them time to get a quick breakfast somewhere if they wanted to before going to the park, but at the very least, she expected them to be awake.

As Holly headed back into her own bedroom, not giving Cara enough time to answer any of her comments, Cara headed towards the bedroom door that her brother was staying in. She knocked on it swiftly, again assuming that everyone was awake, but she resisted the urge to open it, only speaking through the closed door as she said, "Collin, I'm leaving pancakes and bacon for you in the kitchen. You owe Holly a thank you for telling me to get you something!" She turned away from the door then, and headed back towards Holly's door, with Holly and Makayla leaving there, then. Makayla advised Holly to go check on Brooklyn, which caused Cara to smirk, though she nodded. "That sounds like a good idea, Holl," she agreed, heading into the kitchen after Makayla and spending a minute in there downing some water. Even if she didn't feel extremely hungover, she knew that the water would only help her. Her next stop was Chanel, and even though she recalled Chanel being the first to crash last night, which had left her very upset for a few minutes once Collin returned, she assumed that that would only allow her to be better off than any of the others come morning time. She only overheard Makayla's last sentence to Chanel once she walked in to find Chanel in bed, and Makayla standing beside it talking to her, but that was all she needed to here. "Nooooooooo," she objected. "You're not meeting up with us, Chanel. That was the line I must have been fed last night to let you abandon me, and I won't be lied to again!" she insisted, and though she was objecting seriously, her tone was light and not angry, only playfully whiny at worst. "Up, up, up!" she demanded, waving her hand to signal that Chanel had to get up. Knowing that it counted as playing dirty but also not caring, she turned her head back to the open bedroom door and called out, "Holly! Chanel needs help picking out an outfit and she wants your help!"

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Chanel was grateful to Makayla in that moment. After hearing that they were going out soon, or what she assumed was soon since Makayla was full dressed and looked largely awake and ready, she knew she was screwed. The fact that today was the main attraction, Magic Kingdom, meant that she really couldn't say no, not only because she'd feel bad, but because it wouldn't make any sense. It didn't cross her mind, and wouldn't have, that she could just have a late start to the day. Most of the festivities in Magic Kingdom she wouldn't be too interested in anyway. Not in a necessity sense. She would be fine getting a picture with Mickey, but she wouldn't go home with any regret if she couldn't see him. What she really wanted was cute pictures in front of the castle, and maybe go on a few rides, so that was about it. Of course, she was probably underselling her desires because she did just want to fall against her pillow and sleep until three in the afternoon, but as it stood right now, Magic Kingdom at ten in the morning didn't sound super enticing. She didn't have the energy to hype herself and other people either, so once Makayla mentioned that coming late was a possibility, she didn't even question it. "Oh, yeah, I could," she said with some apparent relief. She leaned onto her pillow then, pushing her tangled hair out of her face. But the way her body was not feeling entirely up to par made it easier to gloss over that fact. She was too groggy to care, at least to a point where she would actually do something about it. "I think I'll do tha-- Or not."

Chanel cracked an eye open when Cara entered objecting the idea. It took her a beat to full understand what Cara was referring to when she jokingly said how Chanel abandoned her. She nodded to herself when she remembered. She couldn't recall why she had left the tequila bar to begin with--clearly not remembering it was Brooklyn's ultimatum--but she didn't focus on it too much. The main reason she wasn't trying to back peddle so much is because this wasn't the first time she'd blacked out. The first few times it happened, she was scared shitless. The thought that you were doing certain things, communicating and interacting with the outside world normally, but that you couldn't recall, was undoubtedly horrifying. It was literally like losing yourself and then having it returned to you in the form of embarrassing stories from your friends. While it had been some time since she'd blacked out like that, it was more like a feeling of deja vu. She also generally just sucked at recalling things when she drank a lot, but when someone brought something up, she would remember it, or it would trigger a memory that wouldn't have gotten out otherwise. "No," Chanel said bluntly at Cara's insistence that she get up, though her voice was also whiny as she pouted and hugged her knees to her chest so she could pull the covers around her. When she called Holly in, Chanel knew it was a wrap. She did need to get up eventually, at the very least to shower, since she'd been out and had fallen asleep in her clothes from the previous day."It's like you don't want me to be great," Chanel groaned.

While Holly didn't burst into the doors right that second, Chanel still didn't get up, even if she knew it would all eventually lead to that since her chances of sleeping in were getting grimmer by the minute. She even began closing her eyes, figuring she might as well get the rest of her snores in while she still could, but then she rolled over enough to face Cara fully. "Um, excuse me," she said. "I believe I'm the victim in this situation. You should be helping me, not sabotaging your friend. And you can't talk shit because you didn't even bring me a hangover smoothie. You know, where I come from," she began, albeit facetiously, even though she was only raised one state over from everyone else. "We call that 'not gucci'. You're being very not gucci right now and fuck, I think I'm still drunk?" She was clearly waking up more, at least in the sense that her personality was coming through now, evident by the return of her verbose, colorful language. She wasn't intoxicated, but she didn't feel completely there either. There was a weight in her body, a sloshy feeling to everything, like the drunkness but without all of the good feelings. It was something that wasn't really an issue, especially since she was just realizing it now that the alcohol hadn't fully worked its way out of her system. "Why don't you get me some more water and I'll think about whether or not this abuse is worth this friendship." By this point, she still didn't feel her best, and just wanted to fall back asleep, but she was being silly. If anything, she was hurting her argument at being a victim since she was clearly not too hurt to be so dramatic given the circumstances. To further the dramatics, she poked her tongue out at Cara and tossed the covers over her shoulders theatrically, a big pout of her face. "Makayla, thank you for taking care of me during such a low point in my life. Your service will not be forgotten," she said, stretching her hand out haphazardly since her eyes were closed, and patting her on the leg.

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"Okay!" Holly was quick to oblige to Makayla's suggestion. Being told that she was actually allowed to go interact with Brooklyn was one of the few things that could have gotten her to avoid pestering Chanel about still being in bed at that moment, and it had her hurrying out of the bedroom. Cara only encouraged her further, but even if she hadn't, Holly still wouldn't have bothered to knock on the bedroom door of Brooklyn, Roman and Collin's room before walking in. She was equally disturbed to see that there room was just as dark as her own had been a few minutes before, so her first move was to pull the curtains away from the windows to let the sunlight stream in. Although it would have made sense to address to two boys too, since they were still in bed, Holly only stood by Brooklyn's side of the bed, using her fingers to pull the top of the blonde's eyelids upwards. It was definitely a more intrusive way to wake someone up than a normal person who opt for, but Holly was used to it being the best way to wake Makayla up, so it tended to be her go-to method. "Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!" she repeated, in what was intended to be a hiss but came out at a more normal volume. "You have to wake up! It's morning!"

Brooklyn tended to be a heavy sleeper, especially when alcohol was involved. She could fall asleep and sleep ten or eleven hours straight if she was given the chance, and on days when she wasn't working at the diner, she often did just that after a night of working at the club. Even if a vacation to a place like Disney wasn't supposed to be one where you slept until two in the afternoon, Brooklyn would have been very content with doing just that after their night of drinking, but unsurprisingly, Holly had to ruin that. Brooklyn was used to Holly waking her up, even with Holly living in a completely different apartment than her, so it should not have come as any surprise that the girl was going to be prone to doing it when they were sharing a hotel room. Even if knowing this didn't make it any more bearable when Holly did wake her up, it made it less startling when Holly brazenly pried her eyelids apart. "Jesus Christ..." she groaned, slapping Holly's hands away as she rolled over away from her. "How many times were you dropped on your head as a baby to think doing shit like this is okay?" she continued, her voice muffled some as she sunk lower beneath the comforter, taking advantage of the last few seconds of warmth that she would have, since she knew she had to get up.

"If I was dropped on my head as a baby, I would be dead," Holly answered, clearly missing what Brooklyn was inferring in the question, and moving right along after that as she pulled the blankets off of Brooklyn's body. Hearing Cara yell to her from the other room about Chanel needing help with an outfit made her glance towards the door, but she refrained from leaving. It only gave her the idea that Brooklyn needed help picking out an outfit too. Clearly Cara could help Chanel, but no one was here to help Brooklyn, so her assistance seemed more needed here. "Want me to help you pick out an outfit?" she asked, already moving away from the bed and towards the dresser, where she was quick to pull open every single drawer to see if Brooklyn had transferred her clothes into there, or if she had left them in her suitcase. After all of the drawers were pulled open, her train of thought jumped to something new, and she found herself hurrying back to Brooklyn's bedside to talk, completely disregarding the two boys in the room who had probably been sleeping a few minutes before. "Me and Cara went swimming already," she explained. "Well, actually only I went swimming because Cara said that she wasn't in the mood to get wet, but she watched me go swimming, and then I came back here and took a shower in Cara's bathroom and me and her went to a restaurant... I forget what the name of it was but it was Italian... and I got waffles that were shaped like Mickey Mouse and when we were eating Ariel and Prince Eric, and Rapunzel and Flynn Rider, came to see us and the other people who were eating. Ariel loved my hair because it's red like hers, and Cara said that she didn't think Flynn Rider or Prince Eric were cute, but I think you might have." Moving away from the bed once again, she was distracted when she spotted Roman's Pluto hat from the day before, and she eagerly picked it up and threw it at his side of the bed. "Roman! Wear that today!" she insisted.

Brooklyn was partly convinced that Holly had to do a line of coke every morning, because it was unfathomable to her that anyone could possess this amount of energy so early in the morning. "Didn't you hear Cara? She said Chanel needs help with something," she said, not trying to hide the annoyance in her voice as she threw her legs over the side of the bed so that she was sitting up, though it still took another minute for her to actually stand up. She moved towards the dresser, closing the drawers that Holly had opened, and reminding herself in the process that she was never having kids, because keeping up with Holly was like trying to keep up with ten three year olds at once. Unsure if that would be enough to get Holly out, she continued to say, "You know how I promised I wouldn't let anyone get drunk last night? Chanel wouldn't listen to me, and she drank way too much. You better go make sure she's okay." Even though everyone had probably ended up consuming more than Chanel, since the rest of them, minus Collin, had stayed out hours later, she was still completely willing to throw Chanel under the bus for her own benefit. She knew that she probably wasn't even lying when she said Chanel had drank too much.

While Holly was ready to protest that Cara had also told her to help Brooklyn, so she wanted to finish doing that before helping Chanel, Brooklyn's admittance that Chanel had gotten too drunk last night had her frowning. "But you shouldn't have let her because Chanel doesn't know that it's bad..." she reasoned, making little sense as she tried to find a way to make Chanel seem like the victim in the situation, only because she had given the responsibility to Brooklyn originally. "I'll make sure she's not sick," she decided, nodding her head as if she was accepting Brooklyn's suggestion as she abruptly turned and left the room, hurrying back to her own bedroom. She stopped on the way to grab the carry-out container that she and Cara had taken from the restuarant with the pancakes and bacon that Holly had insisted they ordered for Collin, as well as getting a bottle of water from the fridge! "Chanel!" she exclaimed with dire urgency as she rushed back into the bedroom. "I know that you got really drunk last night and I forgive you, but you have to eat these pancakes that me and Cara got for you, and drink this water, and if you're still drunk after that, we're calling your mom!" she said, hurrying to place the items on the night stand as she pressed her hand against Chanel's forehead. She had no idea what a fever felt like relatively to what normal healthy, warm skin felt like, so feeling even a hint of warmth in Chanel's skin had her gasping. "I think you're sick," she said, though she barely was able to get that sentence out before turning her head towards her sister and exclaiming, "Makayla, she's sick!"

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As predicted, it didn't take long for Holly to pop up, but Chanel still felt it was premature. She did manage to smile and prop herself on her elbow as the girl came in. Not being able to get any sleep sucked, but Chanel knew she needed to eat, and with the food now in front of her, she realized just how hungry she really was. With the smell of bacon drifting to her nose, she tried to remember when she last ate, which was at dinner the night before. "Thanks, Holly," she said, grinning an inch wider as the girl felt her forehead. She opened her mouth to let her know that she wasn't actually drunk--at least not really--before Holly began exclaiming over Chanel's apparent illness. "Holly, Holly." She grabbed the girls hand and waved it some. "It's cool. I'm fine. I'm not sick. I don't know who told you I was drunk..." Her tone changed slightly to one of mild annoyance, but as she redirected her attention back to her food, she was back to normal. "But I'm good. Just really sleepy," she offered, sighing some since she really did just want to be lazy for a little while longer. It wasn't a total lie what she told Holly, but the full truth was that she was more than just sleepy, something that didn't really need explaining to most people, but Holly was obviously different. She couldn't explain that she wasn't sick, but felt a little under the weather. Both because the girl wouldn't understand that she wasn't sick sick and because it would lead into a long explanation. Now she needed to really be okay, which she was, but now she had to be more than functional, which wasn't something she was prepared for just yet.

"Mmm, I love bacon. So good." She readjusted so that she was sitting up against the headboard, figuring it would be easier to eat that way and that it might help her wake up more. Thinking back to what Cara called Holly in here for, she began going through what all she needed to do. After eating, she'd need to obviously shower, do her hair, figure out an outfit, and find a smoothie. The last bit wasn't absolutely necessary, but it was something she always did and swore by. Even if she wasn't feeling particularly awful the day after partying, it was a nice refresher and made her feel productive and like her life was together because she could go wild at night and wake up being a functional adult. Plus, she loved creating one. She couldn't do that here obviously, but even some nice pressed juice would suffice. If she was really in a rush, she could have made the time crunch work, but she wasn't going to rush herself, and the additional labor that was her hair made the possibility of being ready within the next half hour so unlikely that it wasn't even worth the energy. Chanel was also the kind of person who hated doing work she didn't want to do. She didn't mind being busy, but if it was something she didn't at all enjoy, then she was miserable. But Chanel liked getting ready and prepping herself for the day. It made her feel good and it was one of the best parts of starting your day, in her eyes. When she really liked something, not only would she take her time with it, but she'd make it more work than was necessary. "It looks like you all are trying to leave soon, and I'm not going to be ready for a minute soo..." She nodded in Makayla's direction, referencing the girl's earlier proposal. "I'll probably just have to catch up with you unless you're trying to watch me get ready." Chanel had no clue that she wasn't the only other one still in bed, but knowing that wouldn't have made her feel any better as far as time was concerned. If she caught up with the others, she could technically take an extra half hour to herself to nap as well. "What time is it anyway?" she inquired once she began reaching for her phone only to remember that she didn't have it. In actuality, she did--it was in her pocket--but once she found it, she'd need to charge it too since she figured it was dead.

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Despite Chanel insisting that she was okay, and only tired, a frown remained on Holly's face. Though Holly was not always the most compassionate person (and only usually because she didn't realize what she was saying lacked compassion), her intentions were basically always good. She didn't want people to be hurting, and that was especially true for the people she felt closest with. Makayla definitely topped that list, but it probably wasn't even a stretch to say that Chanel fell into the top four or five people behind Makayla. Holly had no real blood family, with the only biological family member she knew being her mother, who currently sat in a state prison, and deserved to be there -- for the crimes she was sentenced for, and for the unrelated abuse and neglect charges that she also could have been found guilty of, had Holly's upbringing ever come to light. She didn't have many friends her age, either, so the people who she was on this trip with were the closest things to friends and family that she had. It was definitely sad, especially since that stood true for nearly her entire life, and she had only known these people for a handful of years, but it wasn't something that Holly focused on. She was too content with appreciating the present to worry about the past, and with that mindset, it was easy to think of Chanel as being more important to her than she was to Chanel, because right now, Chanel lived with her and was nice to her, and that was more than a lot of her "family" had ever done to her. That was why it felt more distressing to see Chanel in what Holly still believed was a bad situation. She didn't think that Brooklyn would lie about her being drunk, and the mere fact that she was still in bed (even if everyone in the other bedroom was too), only solidified her belief that something was wrong with the girl.

It was probably only because she still believed that Chanel was sick, that she felt the need to be more gentle towards her. Had she believed that she was fine, and taken her word on that, then she would have insisted that they do watch her get ready, and that Holly actually help her get ready, like Cara had suggested a few minutes ago. She would have spent some time telling Chanel that she liked pancakes but not bacon, and that she better wear her Minnie ears today so that they could match again. She would detail her morning with Cara, and would, without a doubt, talk long enough to delay them leaving for far longer than Chanel could do on her own. Since Chanel was sick, in her mind, she deserved special treatment, and that meant letting her do what she wanted to do without too much interference. "Okay, but Makayla will take care of once you realize you're sick," she offered reassuringly, pointedly ignoring the earlier insistence that she was fine, and only tired. "She's good at that. She'll make sure you feel better really soon."

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Makayla forced herself to dismiss the annoyance that she felt when Cara yelled out for Holly. She knew that Cara wasn't being malicious, and that she was only trying to playfully annoy Chanel, but understandably, it bothered her when Holly was used as a pawn. Her sister didn't comprehend things as quickly as average people did, and she had a tendency to be naive and obedient, especially when it was someone like Cara asking her to do things, so with those combined, she could be convinced into being more mischevious or annoying than she was by nature. It was even worse to do when Makayla was standing right there and would obviously feel compelled to chastise Holly for whatever she ended up doing, and that in itself wasn't necessarily fair, since she recognized that it wasn't Holly's fault that Cara (or someone else, depending on the situation) was coercing her into doing something. Makayla told herself that it wasn't as big of a deal as she sometimes felt it was, but she disliked anyone exploiting Holly's weaknesses for amusement. It was unfair and demeaning, even if it didn't seem that way in a blatant sense in the moment to others.

It was with that mindset, that she didn't immediately tell Holly to chill out when she came in with a container of takeout food for Chanel, worriedly expressing her concern over Chanel's health. It didn't take much thinking to realize that Brooklyn was probably the one who told her that Chanel was drunk, since she had likely just been bothering the blonde, but the last thing they needed was Holly talking about that. She knew that given the environment they grew up in, Holly had reason to be more dramatic about alcohol and drugs. It was why her sister didn't know that she smoked weed, and why she downplayed the amount of alcohol she could drink, or frequency in which she drank it. Holly had memories that were aligned with certain things, and Makayla was very understanding to the fact that they could still trigger anxiety in the girl. She hoped that Holly would eventually learn that people could get drunk and drink a lot of alcohol without becoming alcoholics, or abusive, or any of the things she associated with the substance, but that was something that she knew would take a lot of time, and probably therapy too. It wasn't worth explaining to Holly that they had all drank too much and all felt a bit tired and run down because of it, because she wouldn't get it, and Makayla couldn't really expect her to. She appreciated that Chanel seemed to know that too, and instead of trying to explain what a hangover was, just insisted that she was only tired, and not sick.

"I am good at that," Makayla agreed, though with the way she looked back at Chanel and rolled her eyes subtly, it was clear that she was only saying that to appease Holly. "So if you don't feel well once you meet up with us, I'll fix you right up," she added, making sure to voice her support for Chanel taking her time to get ready, in hopes that it would be one more reason for Cara to leave it be. "We have to take a bus to this park, right?" she said, gently pushing Holly back towards the front of the bedroom, as she looked back at Cara. "Maybe we'll go wait down there to give everyone else space and time to get ready," she suggested. Chanel was going to take a while, and Makayla knew they would leave before she was ready, but she was under the assumption that Collin, Brooklyn and Roman were probably coming with them, and she knew that Holly would be too antsy staying in one place until they were ready, and would probably end up interacting with them and impeding them from getting themselves together.