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Collin Forrester

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

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Full Name:
Collin John Forrester

Nickname:
N/A

Age:
20

Birthday:
March 20th

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Hometown:
Upper East Side of New York City

Occupation:
Junior student at NYU
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Positive Characteristics:
Intelligent, Driven, Kind

Negative Characteristics:
Insecure, Sensitive, Pushover

Disposition:
Collin is someone who could easily be described as a good kid. He's always been that kid who notably has a good heart, does things with good intentions, and goes out of his way to make people feel comfortable and wanted. He's the boy that parents always wanted their kids to be friends with, because he always possessed that "good egg" kind of vibe. He's easy to talk to, is understanding and sympathetic, and genuinely takes an interest in helping people whenever he can. He cares a lot about other people's feelings and is sometimes too sensitive and caring towards others, for his own good. It can result in him being a bit of a pushover, or in him putting other people's needs before his own. He sometimes struggles to speak his mind of voice his own wants and needs, and often feels overpowered by others, or by the own guilt that would lie on his conscience if he refused to do someone a favor. He only does it for friends and family, but still, it's affected his choices in ways that sometimes haven't benefited his best interests. It was during his childhood when he first began to realize that he lacked a backbone, and even confidence. He was ridiculed by some of his peers for being scrawny, and hitting puberty later than most of them, and for having an interest in theater, acting, and the arts. He was frequently teased, being called gay and slurs related to it, simply because of that. It wasn't like he was actually gay, and at that age, he would have been too young to really care anyway, but the bullying in itself, regardless of the subject, bothered him. His father would say that he was simply being too sensitive and that he needed to man up. However, being subjected to that kind of verbal harassment by his peers, and having it be invalidated by his own father, made him grow more in touch with his own friends' feelings, to a point where he would never want them to feel so badly, so he would overcompensate by being a really good friend. It doesn't make much sense, even to him sometimes, but he just decided at a young age that he never wanted anyone to feel badly because of his words or actions, so he puts a lot of thought into how he treats and reacts to people. If he ever does snap at someone, even if it's likely very much deserved, he'll often feel immensely guilty for it.

Aside from being compassionate and helpful, he is intelligent, and a fun person to be around. He likes going on adventures and is always active in one way or another. He's involved in clubs at school, has a fair amount of friends, and tries to keep up a good relationship with his father and stepmother, despite his sister's wishes. He feels like he was already at a disadvantage, in never knowing his mother, so he feels like it's necessary to keep a relationship with the family that he still does have. He has a good sense of humor, and doesn't mind laughing at himself,but because of his history of being the victim of bullying, he does grow anxious sometimes, when he feels like everyone is always getting a laugh at his expense. Overall, Collin is someone who makes for a great friend, but he has insecurities of his own, that frequently result in him becoming a bit of a wallflower if he doesn't feel needed or wanted. Since starting college, he has developed a noticeable amount of confidence and friendliness, so his new friends probably would never describe him as being timid, but when he interacts with family or old friends, the contrast in his behavior is noticeable.

Likes:
Photography, art museums, Broadway shows, math, baked goods, fresh fruit, jogging, New York City, sports cars

Dislikes:
History courses, bacon, humidity, the subway system, midtown Manhattan, homophobes, bullies, incense, cinnamon, fast food, cats

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History:
Colin's upbringing wasn't a traditional one. He wasn't raised in the suburbs, with his perfectly in-love parents, in a cute little house with a white picket fence. It was very different than that, but not necessarily for the worse. He was born into a wealthy family in Manhattan, and spent his childhood frolicking around the city with the children of some of the most influential New Yorkers. The money was a major point that set him apart from "average" kids his age, but in addition to that, Collin's childhood was altered by his mother passing away when he was five years old. She was one of the victims of the 9/11 World Trade Center terrorist attack, and her death left him in a single-parent household, with his father, and older sister, Cara. Like Cara, he was still a child at the time and wasn't left incredibly scarred by the loss, but no one, young or old, is ever the same person after their parent passes away. After his mother's death, Collin and Cara were raised mostly by nannies. Their father was a workaholic and didn't want to be a father, let alone a single father, so he rarely put in the effort to see or raise his kids. When he did spend time with Collin, it was usually spent trying to force him into trying out for the baseball team or come to a Giants football game with him. He wanted his son to be that perfect image of a son, that he could rave about to business associates and friends. He wanted Collin to be the captain of some sports team - any sports team!, to have a beautiful girlfriend, to have tons of friends to hang out with, and to get into the top schools in the nation. Whenever he hung out with his father, Collin heard about his father's glory days, and since he always felt so different from his dad, he always assumed that the man saw him as being a disappointment, even if it wasn't true.

Collin definitely had friends growing up, but he was also faced with some bullying throughout his childhood. It wasn't until high school that he hit puberty and started growing, so throughout his childhood, he was fairly small and scrawny. That, along with his interest in the fine arts, resulted in his peers finding amusement out of teasing him, often labeling him as being gay, as if those interests somehow decided his sexuality. He wasn't tormented to an extent where he was miserable, but it was something that definitely shaped his childhood, especially when he already felt like he wasn't good enough in his father's eyes. Luckily, Collin found the academic aspect of school to be a breeze, and he always did well in his classes. To his father's pleasure, he was accepted into his top three schools: Columbia University, Cornell University, and New York University, but he ended up choosing the latter school, after getting a full scholarship. Rather than live on campus, Collin lives in an apartment in the school's area, even though he could easily commute from his father's home, if he wanted to.
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Height:
6'1

Weight:
160 lbs

Hair Color:
Blonde

Eye Color:
Blue

Face Claim:
Neels Visser

So begins...

Collin Forrester's Story

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Olivielle Margaret Dumphy Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Ted McBride Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Thomas Clemns Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson Character Portrait: Loyde Pegasus Character Portrait: Rowan Davidson

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Thursday, November 24th, 2016 - 3 PM


Thanksgiving Day is a holiday typically spent between families, in homes filled with the delicious aromas of various dishes cooking in the kitchen. A game of football will go down in the backyard while dinner is prepared, or some will get an early start on watching Christmas movies that will begin to pop up on certain television channels. People will travel from all across the country to be with their families, because after all, Thanksgiving is the day to give thanks, and for a lot of people, the thing to be most grateful for is their families. However, not everyone is able to spend Thanksgiving with their families. For some, flights or transportation costs are unbearably high. Others may not have been able to get off from work for the holiday weekend, and others don't have family, or don't get along with them, at least, to go and visit. Whatever the circumstances may be, there are some people who find themselves in situations that differ from the traditional ones on the holiday, and coincidentally, that's the case for many of the residents of the fifth floor of the apartment building at 314 W 14th Street, in Manhattan, this year.

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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C A R A - F O R R E S T E R

Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
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Ideally, Cara would not have been having Thanksgiving at her apartment. She would be on the other side of town, at her childhood home, in the penthouse that she grew up in. She would probably be doing the same thing that she was doing now, getting herself physically ready for the night's events, but she would be doing it in a far relaxed manner. If her stepmother didn't think that this was the year that she was suddenly allowed to run the show, that was exactly what Cara would have been doing. However, when the woman announced that this year she would be having her side of the family at the house for the holiday, rather than her father's, Cara just had to object. It broke tradition, and considering that their family already had very few traditions to begin with, she was offended that her father would let his wife change any of them. As Cara always criticized him for being, here too, he proved to be too passive and uninterested in conflict with his wife, and so Cara was told to either suck it up, or don't come. Given her personality, it was obvious that she would choose the second option. I don't need them to have a nice holiday, she had told herself. How's he going to feel when his own kids don't show up for Thanksgiving? That'll show him what a great father he is. At the time that those thoughts were coursing through her mind, she hadn't even told Collin of the change of plans, but she was already set in believing that he would follow her lead. She would demand that he did, even if he didn't want to, just so that her point could be proven even further. Luckily for her, her brother was pretty easygoing and he obliged to her demand with little objection.

Even though she was being deprived of her traditional Thanksgiving Day festivities, Cara wasn't going to just sit back and mope. A few weeks before the holiday, she arranged for a popular restaurant in the area to "cater" her Thanksgiving dinner. It was basically placing a pickup order, but since it was for a holiday, it had to be done in advance. This allowed her to purchase a turkey, already stuffed and seasoned and delivered in a roasting pan, so that once she got it, all she had to do was place it in the oven to cook. Additionally, she ordered some typical side dishes, and then from her favorite bakery, she made sure that she had every dish that she felt was typical to a Thanksgiving dinner ordered as well. It was over the top, especially since she originally did plan on it just being her and Collin, but Cara knew that if she didn't go over the top, she would feel like the entire thing was pathetic, and a waste of time. In an attempt to gain some good karma for the new year, she had invited a few neighbors from the floor, and told Collin to do the same, but even still, she knew that the turnout would not be large enough to warrant the amount of food she had purchased. Sensibility didn't matter to Cara though. It was all about filling voids based on insecurities, and the fear of doing anything out of rhythm with what she thought was normal.

"Collin! I thought I asked you to watch the turkey!" Cara snapped, her voice oozing with annoyance as she entered the empty kitchen in a bathrobe, after only just finishing showering and blow drying her hair. According to the directions that the caterer had left them with, they were supposed to roast the turkey for three and a half to four hours. It had probably only been an hour and a half or two hours now, but Cara didn't need anything to go wrong with this, and especially since she had minimal cooking skills, she entrusted this in her brother. At least then, if something went wrong, she would have someone to blame. "If it burns, or something, I will literally kill you!"

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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C O L L I N - F O R R E S T E R

Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #7d9959
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C A R A - F O R R E S T E R

Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
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Collin was in his bedroom, sitting on top of his bed with his laptop resting on his lap, when he heard his sister yelling from the kitchen. It was with a deep sigh, and a reminder that today was a holiday that was based around being thankful, that he stood up and headed to where she was. Her complaint was hypocritical enough to have him smirking, initially. Here she was, spending ten times longer than necessary pampering herself in the bathroom for a holiday dinner that would likely involve herself, him, and maybe two or three more people, all while yelling at him for not having his priorities straight. Unlike her, he had spent the afternoon doing important things, in the form of school work. He didn't think that there was any point in sitting in the kitchen for four hours straight, babysitting a roasting turkey, when he always found that he worked far more productively in his bedroom. "Am I supposed to sit next to the oven for the next two hours and babysit it, Cara? It's a turkey, not a kid. When the timer goes off, I'll take it out of the oven. Until then, I'm going to get my art history paper finished."

"You're going to be responsible for ruining Thanksgiving if you mess this turkey up, you know," Cara answered, as if that was a very serious threat. In her defense, to her, it was. She focused on things like this, where the outcome of an event meant a lot. Collin was the type who would serve chicken nuggets and think that it was a sufficient holiday meal, but Cara took things like this more seriously. She saw it as an extension of herself, and if things turned out poorly, it would only lead to her feeling badly about herself.

That wasn't a threat that was going to move Collin, mostly because he knew that he wasn't going to ruin Thanksgiving. He had followed Cara's demands right down to each and every detail, and even that was doing more than he needed to do. His father's house was going to be filled with food and people in a couple of hours, and Collin had made the decision not to go, simply to appease his sister. If anyone should have had leverage to be giving an attitude today, it should have been him, but as always, Collin tried to keep his mouth shut to prevent any unnecessary fighting. "I told you we should've seen if Tony would've cooked it for us. We could've paid her and everything. The stuff that comes out of her bar is always perfect," he reminded his sister, as he bent over beside the oven, clicked the oven light on, and peered inside, as if he really knew what he was looking for. The turkey was still in there, and there was no smoke seeping out of the cracks of the oven, so as far as Collin knew, things were going according to plan.

Cara scoffed at her brother's response, though she was glad that he seemed to be doing something to check on the main course of their meal. "And like I told you, we don't need her help. It's a turkey, not a taco, Collin."

Cara always spoke out of her ass, so Collin was used to the things that she said being bizarre and offensive, but even that was never enough to keep him from being able to roll his eyes at it. "Okay, goodbye," he retorted, knowing that that was the only response that he could give to his sister without starting World War III. He wasn't going to get into it, right now, about how she needed to grow up and learn to admit that she was petty, and disliked people like Tony for absolutely no good reason. She needed to learn to admit that other people were better her in certain aspects of life. She needed to learn how to have a filter, and think about what she was saying before opening her mouth. All of those things, and more, were things that Collin thought on a daily basis, but he had reached a point where it was easier to just let Cara be Cara, and focus on himself. As he left her and headed back to his bedroom, he did, however, send a text to Weston... just to make sure that he wouldn't have to hear Cara's mouth later on.

To: Wes
So since you have that restaurant business in your blood, tell me this - once I put a turkey in the oven, I don't really have to do anything to it until the four hours pass and I'm supposed to take it out right? No flipping it over or doing any of that shit you would do to a steak on a grill?

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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As much as Tony liked to play it off like he was the sensitive one, Wes knew the truth and the truth was that Antonia Garcia was as sentimental as they came if you ignored her tough bravado. It also just so happened that she could knock a guy's teeth out in the same instance that she got misty-eyed over the idea of togetherness and family time. It was a thought that had Weston smirking even as he paid for the last minute Thanksgiving groceries that Tony had had coupons for. It wouldn't be either of the siblings' first Thanksgiving without their father. It would be, however, their first to not be celebrated with the bulk of their family in Brooklyn. Part of Tony's reasoning, when she had to explain herself to her uncles and the babies who very much liked to play-fight with Tony during the holidays, was that they needed to learn to do this on their own. It was just like when she turned down the offers for the two of them to live with their family. At the end of the day, none of the third generation could always stay in that protective Garcia bubble. At some point they would all have to learn how to do simple things like the holidays on their own, such as the cooking, baking, entertaining, house-hopping, etc. And even though Tony still shot darts with the guys or got ready for a football game, she had never strayed too far from the kitchen. Which was why Wes trusted her so much with food. They had both learned to cook in the face of their father not being a great one, but Wes firmly believed that if Tony ever wanted to go to school for something, it could definitely be in the culinary arts field. The other reason, though, was Wes - and Tony had purposefully abstained from saying it aloud, but it was obvious in her body language when she had grasped the phone at whatever was said on the other end and stated their refusal to come with finality. At least one of their aunts had a thing about Wes being conceived when their dad was technically married to Tony's mom. It was an obvious distaste, one that almost resulted in Tony coming to blows with a family member. Wes had half the mind to just say that she could go and that he'd be alright by himself; Collin had invited him to the dinner he and Cara were hosting. But Tony had bore a look of steadfast abhorrence and that had been the end of it.

So, Wes had thrown on a really thick hoodie - that, mind you, he had to steal back from Tony when she failed to hide her thieving ways in the last colored clothes wash cycle - over a long sleeved shirt to ward of the biting chill of New York November weather and has hurried out to beat some of the other last minute Thanksgiving day shoppers. While they were definitely going to hang out at Deja's apartment later on along with bringing at least a pitcher of whatever alcoholic concoction Tony felt inspired by alongside a dessert, Tony still felt it necessary to have a small meal of their own to come home to. Wes wasn't exactly against that, especially once he saw the sweet plantains she was going to fry and the peanut butter silk pie, a recipe from her mom's book, chilling in the fridge. Even thinking about the decadent dessert had Wes' stomach grumbling its disdain at not being fed before they left, but he ignored the sound with a small blush at the cashier's knowing smirk and paid for the purchases. Two bags in tow, Wes started to head on home and was only halfway down the first block when his phone vibrated in his back pocket. He had to switch one of the bags to his left hand, but he figured things out enough to see the message from Collin, smirk and then responded. A second later he sent the follow-up text to Tony, just in case she needed to search for the injector that Collin would need. While Wes was pretty sure she'd feel some type of way for helping Cara, she'd feel more inclined if it Waac about Collin since out of the two, she actually liked him. The uppity bitch, he heard her say in his head, could choke.

To: Collin
Most turkeys dry quickly, so Tones usually lets the turkey for that first hour and a half with the breast side down so that it could soak in the juices at the bottom of the pan for awhile. That way, when you flip it back over, all you gotta do is take a spoon and pour some of the juice from the bottom on top just to keep it moist periodically. If you didn't flip it at all or it was never turned with the breast down, you could get a flavor injector to get the juices and inject it from the top. Not home right now, but Tones is and she should have a spare one. Text her.

To: Tones
Collin might need that flavor injector. You still got the spare from dad right?

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Location: Street / Apartment building
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Jude hated getting up early, especially when the weather was cold and unpredictable. The young brunette would rather stay in his comfy bed curled in his fluffy blankets. Jude, of course, preferred his bed to have a woman in it, but loneliness would have to do for a while. He was far too busy taking on new commissions to feel like he could give the right girl the attention she deserved. It also didn't help that he was sharing a room with Collin. Don't get him wrong, Jude was a big fan of his roommate, but the idea of girlfriend seemed nice.

Regardless, he had vowed that this year he would get up and take pictures of the parade. There he would capture the joy of excited school children, chilled noses, and of course the wondrous floats. Jude was dressed in one of his typical minimalist outfits. He bundled up with a couple layers including his handy grey t-shirt, a tattered navy blue sweater, and his cargo jacket. His legs embraced the chill of the morning as he only wore a pair of black jeans and his beat up boots.

Jude splurged on the subway and got himself situated in the crook of 34th and Broadway before the sun way even up. Already, the streets were filled with bodies of anticipation and laughter. Soon, with a little charisma and a lot of luck, Jude was taking beautiful pictures of the people around him. Along his way he met a single mother and son who were from Arkansas. They had always wanted to see the parade in person, and they had saved up just enough to visit. Jude met people from Jersey and the surrounding areas, along with New York City natives, all of which shared same excitement as the visitors. Clearly, despite the chill, today was a day of togetherness and warmth.

Jude mused about his own family during the parade. His parents had sent him a small card with some money in it, but that would be all he would hear from them. Lucky might call, but it was unlikely now that he was living in Hollywood, making a living by dating washed up celebrities. The twins were still in high school, so they didn't even really care about Jude's whereabouts.

The parade was other before Jude knew it, he was having such a great time listening to people's stories and taking their pictures. There was nothing that Jude loved more than getting shots of real people. So, with plans to endure a Thanksgiving dinner put on by Cara, Jude moseyed back to the apartment building.




Jude debated knocking on Liv's door, knowing that she would be interested in his little adventure, but noticing the time was past 3:00pm he decided against it. Cara had never told Jude the exact time of her dinner, but it was traditionally early and he didn't want to be late. An invitation had been extended from Deja, a thanksgiving that Jude would thoroughly enjoy, but he thought it best to stick with Ms. Forrester. Jude was on thin ice with Cara, and he wanted to make sure she wasn't going to toss him to the curb before the weather got better.

"Hello, Ms. Forrester," Jude said brightly as he came through the door. She was standing in just a robe in the kitchen, and despite Jude's distaste for her personality, she was quite lovely to look at. "I got some great shots at the parade," he said meekly after clearing his throat, trying to make casual conversation. Jude made his way to the bedroom before she could say something nonsensical to him. "Smells great!" He said over his should before disappearing into his shared bedroom.

"Hey," he said to Collin. "When's dinner? I have some great shots but I did most everything with film so they need to be developed." Putting his gear neatly away, Jude silently wished that this whole Thanksgiving dinner would pass quickly. Jude wasn't really in the mood to listen to Cara gab about... Whatever it is that Cara gabs about.

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Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #7d9959
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Back in his room, Collin only had a minute or two of alone time before Jude came in. Collin smiled at the guy's presence, but was preoccupied with his phone, and Weston's response, for a good minute following it. Once he answered Wes, saying, "Okay, might not need it. I followed the instructions from the restaurant she had it delivered from but then again I'm gonna hear shit even for doing exactly what she said. I'll text her in the next 10 if I need it. Thanks." As he read over the sheet that the restaurant had left them with, it did seem pretty simple. It came pre-seasoned and stuffed, and in some sort of seasoning mixture that had filled the bottom of the roasting pan when he put it in, so Collin assumed that if the acclaimed restaurant that Cara was so insistent on purchasing from said that was all they needed to do, then that was it. Then again, Wes and Tony knew food, so Collin was sure that if nothing else, the extra bout of flavor could only help the dish, even if it did come out tasting great to begin with. Even so, though, Collin was sure that if Cara found out he was asking Tony for any help, she would throw the turkey in the trash can, and call off the holiday. As dramatic as that sounded, Collin was one hundred percent serious when he envisioned it. It was something his sister would be capable of doing.

Now, tossing his phone onto his bed, Collin responded to Jude. "At this rate, who knows," he admitted sheepishly, running his hand through his hair, in a habit that seemed to be related to stress, lately. "The turkey should be ready in two hours, maybe a little bit less, but I think Cara has appetizers or other things she's gonna put out beforehand. I think Makayla and Holly will be here around 4:30, so by then some of the stuff should be ready, but yeah, you totally have time to do whatever you need to do," he acknowledged as he sat back down on his bed. He was halfway through his paper, but now that Cara had left him in a more bitter mood, he didn't know if he would be able to get anything worthwhile done until after dinner. He wasn't the kind of person who worked well under any sort of pressure, so even being in a stressed out mindset that was completely unrelated to his school work meant that he would likely struggle to finish the thoughts he had started just minutes ago. "I'm surprised you're even gonna stick around for it," he continued, smirking some now as he glanced towards the guy. Collin didn't think that Jude and Cara had any real tension, but Jude was undeniably close with Brooklyn, so that automatically must have put him in a weird spot once the whole Nick fiasco went down. "Figured you'd be off doing something with Brooklyn," he said, oblivious to the fact that Brooklyn was planning on eating dinner with them too. If he had known that, his stress levels would have been ten times worse than they were. Cara and Brooklyn had managed to live together for the past month, sure, but they did so by mostly avoiding each other. Having to be in the apartment all night, with the two of them literally sharing a meal at the same table, couldn't end well. For them, or for Collin's blood pressure.

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Character Portrait: Olivielle Margaret Dumphy Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Jude shook his head in response to Collin. "I can't just bail..." Jude trailed off in thought for a moment. He imagined what his Thanksgiving dinner would be like at Deja's house, with all of her antics and big, bad jokes. There, friends would gather in all their strangeness and be perfectly happy with one another. But Jude had to be there for Brooklyn. He also knew the importance of kissing someone's ass, and Cara was in need of some major cheek smooching. Or at least that's how Jude saw it. He needed to live in this apartment, no matter how toxic Cara was.

"Brooklyn is trying to suck up and she needs me here," he said simply. "Deja is having a thing, but I don't think Brooklyn would do well in prison, so I'm staying here." Jude wasn't really sure what he was saying, but he figured that Collin would understand. After all, Collin had been living with Cara for most of, if not all, of his life. If there was someone who could tolerate her, it was Collin. Though Jude often wondered what kind of Cara would lead if her precious little brother also started treating her how she treated him and everyone else.

Jude gathered his film and began packing up another bag. Unfortunately Jude didn't have a dark room in the building so he had to go a couple blocks down at Jeff's, an old friend of his."And Deja was going to invite you, but I told her that Cara was hosting a Thanksgiving dinner so she figured that would create too much conflict. Not that you would go in the first place. You're smarter than that." Jude picked up his bag when he realized that really wasn't enough time to develop any film. He plopped his bag back down and sighed. "I'm going to go say hi to Olivelle," he said before heading to the door. Jude figured that they didn't need to converse further, so he headed out of the apartment.

Soon he was knocking at apartment 5F, in hopes that he could wish Liv a happy Thanksgiving before she went over to Deja's.

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Olivielle Margaret Dumphy Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Ted McBride Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Thomas Clemns Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson Character Portrait: Loyde Pegasus Character Portrait: Rowan Davidson Character Portrait: Dane Elkner Character Portrait: Jade Brooks

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Thursday, November 24th, 2016 - 5:30 PM


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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
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Being positive required some effort, but for the most part, Cara wasn't the Thanksgiving version of a Bridezilla. The food smelled good, and though she had only reheated them after being delivered from a couple of different upscale restaurants in the city, she decided that she had a right to take pride in the traditional holiday smell that filled the apartment. If the place had happened to smell like smoke and burned food, she would have easily blamed her brother, but since things were going well, she decided to hold onto the credit. Collin had pulled the turkey out of the oven about forty-five minutes ago, and Cara stood beside him at the counter as he carved into it. Surprisingly, she kept her mouth shut too. As each sliver fell off of the cooked bird, the voice inside her head was running rampant about how he was either cutting it unevenly thin or thick, and how he was completely incompetent, but the more rational side of Cara knew that in reality, he was doing just fine. There was no way that she would be able to do any better, at least. With Brooklyn, Jesse, Jude, herself, Collin, Makayla and Holly present, there would be just enough room at the table for the seven of them, if they pulled over one extra chair to add to the original six. It would be tight, yet doable. However, given that she wasn't particularly close with Jude, did not want to have to sit across from Brooklyn, and understood that the entire table would probably have a headache if they were forced to sit with Holly all night, Cara decided that sitting at the table would be optional. There were two extra seats at the kitchen island, plus the couch and chair in the living room that people could sit at. Casual wasn't usually Cara's idea of a good party, but she didn't think she had anyone to impress here. No, she knew that she had no one to impress here. The only reason why she was having Thanksgiving was to prove a point to her father. If it had only been her and Collin here, she would have been just as content as having the other four included too.

Halfway through Collin's carving, Cara realized that the turkey she ordered was probably over sized given the amount of people here. She stopped Collin then, and took the plate containing the pieces he had already cut and set it down on the table, where the numerous other side dishes were laid out. Though she was hungry now, especially with the smell of so many foods flooding her senses for the past hour, she wasn't going to make a plate immediately. That wouldn't have been the proper thing to do as a hostess, she decided. Besides, refilling her glass of wine was more important than food, so as she made her way over to the counter where she had laid out various alcoholic and non-alcoholic drink choices, she called out, "The food is ready. You guys can make a plate and eat wherever, if you're hungry," as nonchalantly as possible. She liked playing hostess, and preparing a party was enjoyable to her, but again, the crowd that she was serving didn't make her feel like she had to bring her A-game. Their opinion of her Thanksgiving wouldn't matter that much to her, partially because she didn't care, but also because there was still that part of her that knew that they were below her. No Thanksgiving that they had ever experienced could compare to the ones that she had, back at home, she thought. Their rinky-dink get togethers with their tacky aunts and uncles were laughable in comparison to the posh celebrations her family hosted. In Cara's world, it was the image that mattered, and that's why hers were superior. She had never really experienced a family party or family bond in itself, where the emotions and memories were more important than how expensive the wine was, or how A-list the guests were, so she didn't understand that there were some people who only cared about having a good time at parties, no matter what else happened.

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Rowan Davidson Character Portrait: Dane Elkner

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"Awww yaaaaayyy!" Tony cried the second her uncle Miguel walked through their apartment door with three of her male cousins close behind him, though Tony's gaze was obviously not at all on them. While Wes shook his head and greeted his cousins, Tony's gaze was fixated on the covered square dish, the contents of which she was already familiar with considering how many times her aunt Guadalupe had made her special pineapple rum cake specifically for Tony while making a much larger one for the family. "You know you're sharing, right?" Came from a smirking Weston as he adhered to Ricky's demand that music be played considering the silence that had followed Brooklyn's earlier departure. Tony sneered at him while retorting, "You know you can kiss my ass, right?" In all the years that Guadalupe had ever made the pineapple rum cake, Tony had never shared. At least, with anyone but Wes. But she wasn't going to remind him of that little fact if he continued to be over in the moon with that peanut butter silk pie.

After teasing that Brooklyn could have always had her if she really wanted her, Tony had seen the blonde off, turned the music down so that she could finish on the rest of the dinner, and Wes had returned with the ingredients they would need. Naturally, Tony wound up changing since she liked to say she wasn't rude enough to just walk around with booty shorts and a three sizes too big sweatshirt (Wes had begged to differ, but there was only so much arguing one could offer when a pillow is shoved in their face) while Wes put in some time to do work on his Thanksgiving math packet (mind you, who the hell decided that they needed to give out packets that literally only consisted of three problem-solving questions that required you actually studied trigonometry on your day off), which meant virtual silence. Tony had pulled away from stirring up the gravy that she had just added a touch of cayenne to when there had been a knock on the door and Wes opening it for their family members.

"You know Lupe is not too happy with you not showing up this year, Tony," her uncle asked as he followed her back into the kitchen so that she could make sure that all of the burners were off. Tony sighed, wiping her rather clean hands on her dark jeans so as to have something to do. "And I said I'd make it up to her on Christmas, okay? I just...wanted to do this," she explained, daring him with her eyes to press any further on a conversation (she was calling it a Chick Flick moment and she wasn't here for it, thanks) she didn't want to have. And the "I know, I know" that was supposed to placate her did nothing of the sort. Yet and still, and Tony blamed it on the holidays and not the fact that she would have honestly caved if it had been absolutely anyone in her family to reach out, Tony acquiesced when Miguel wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, leaning into his warmth despite his not being that much taller than her. Miguel was the shortest of his siblings, after all, and even his sons took more after his wife than him in that department, though not by much. "ΒΏTe estΓ‘s cuidando a ti mismo?" (Are you taking care of yourselves?) Tony knew he hadn't asked to be mean or question her ability to provide for her brother and herself without assistance - that he absolutely trusted her to have nothing but Wes' best intentions at heart - but it didn't stop her from feeling affronted and biting back, "Haven't I always?" It came out much more bitter than she anticipated, but Tony didn't shrink away from it once the words were out. Miguel only raised an eyebrow at the sensitivity until, like she did when she was three and he was calling her on her bullshit about the old antique plate falling on its own from the locked china cabinet, Tony folded and said quietly, "SΓ­." He only smirked and tilted her head so that he could kiss the top of it, muttering into her hair, "Bueno." Tony hurried to get out from under his hold, already ready to be done with the randomly tense moments when there was drinks to be had and food to be eaten. "Go drink a beer or something. You're getting sentimental with age or something, old man." And promptly ignored her uncle's knowing grin as she whipped out her phone to text and see where Sam was and if Rowan was going to say hi before everyone left, getting a beer for herself while she was at it.

To: Sam
Food's ready and my family's here. Don't forget to wear that top I love so well, gorgeous!

To: Rowan
I see how it is. Loved you first and I can't even get a Happy Thanksgiving visit first?? You suck!

To: Dane
I have food and I'm going to Deja's a bit later to get wasted. You in?

To: Deja
Entertaining fam right now, but I'll be over soon with pie and jungle juice.

Wes punched Ricky's shoulder for the second time since the older Garcia had been in their apartment. They had always had a rather biting but playful relationship, and Wes appreciated it. Rick, Emmanuel, and Alex were the only cousins he felt the closest to, and there were about five more closer to their ages, when not including the three babies. Whether or not everyone wanted to say it (and trust Tony to be the one to call people on it), Wes wasn't exactly oblivious to the sneers and judgmental stares due to his father's infidelity. He also didn't understand how that infidelity had anything to do with him other than result in his creation. He didn't ask for his Dad to cheat on Tony's mom and he most certainly did not ask to be in this world. But, of course, he was better suited to ignore the issue than Tony who had point-blankly called their aunt Yovanna a straight up bitch who needed to be more concerned with figuring out the day when their uncle George would start asking if the twins were really his or not. Newsflash - they looked nothing like him. Everyone else was just being nice about it.

Which was why he was happy that Ricky and the others were here. Tony wouldn't say it, but even Wes knew that it was weird for to not have at least some of her family with her. Especially after all the work she had done. Tony had never done the full Thanksgiving meal; she never had to. Wes wasn't exactly horrible at cooking. On a good day, he could make an omelet without it falling apart too much, he had only burned toast once his entire life, instant oatmeal seemed to work for him, and if he had supervision and instructions, he could possibly bake cookies with the pre-made dough. So, he liked seeing Tony's easy smile behind her beer bottle as she pulled Emmanuel into a headlock because he said something about her being a housewife. "Oh, hey, Tones, where's that pie for Collin and Cara?" Wes asked after a beat, the thought hitting him once Ricky mentioned wanting a bite of the apple dutch one still sitting on the counter. "That's not for you!" Tony snapped, directing a pointed finger at Ricky with a glare that begged him to try her patience. Tony had picked up smacking greedy hands with a spatula from Guadalupe and that was just dangerous. It didn't stop Wes from laughing quietly. Tony flicked her head over to where the chocolate pie sat and Wes grinned. "Cool. I'll be back." His shoulder brushed Tony's as he went by her, and Wes caught her small smile (she wasn't as against giving the Forresters things as she wanted them to believe and he'd happily tell Collin about how sentimental the holidays made Tony), and grabbed the pie. He was already out the door as he text Collin, trekking across the hall to their apartment before knocking on the door without checking to see if the door was unlocked. Brooklyn might have felt comfortable with just waltzing into their apartment, but the feeling was definitely not mutual.

To: Collin
Tony sends her love through a chocolate pie that I feel half inclined to eat myself if you don't open this door for me, man

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Collin had a lot of patience in him, and that was the only reason for why he made it through the afternoon, dealing with Cara's constant over-his-shoulder presence. On good days, she was simply annoying, but on days like today, she was closer to being unbearable. Did she not realize that he was only here to do her a favor? He easily could have been sitting in the dining room of their father's home right now, as the house staff literally carried their food to them on silver platters. Yet, here he was, slaving away over a Thanksgiving meal that she was going to take credit for (and criticize him for, in the process). He didn't even want credit, because it wasn't like either of them had actually done anything with these dishes other than cook or reheat them. All of the hard work had been done at the restaurants that had sent them here, so it wasn't even that Collin wanted to be praised for work he didn't do. All he wanted, was for his sister to get off his back and start thanking him instead. This was Cara though, and Collin was the smart one in the family, so yeah, he was well aware that that was never going to happen. If he had nothing else to be happy about tonight, at least right now, Collin was just happy that all of the food was on the table, and he could finally try to relax. Makayla and Holly were always pleasant, and Jude was always good company too, so he figured that the night didn't have to be a complete train wreck. Worst case scenario, he decided, he could sneak back to his room after dinner and just finish the art history paper he had been trying to complete all morning.

He had forgotten entirely of Weston's promise to stop over, until there was a knock at the door. Collin already had a plate in his hand at that point, but hadn't put anything on it, and given that he was the closest person to the door as he rounded the corner of the island, he figured he should open it. He was glad he did too, given that he hadn't seen the text Wes sent him. "Hey, Holly! Look who finally showed up!" was the first thing that came out of Collin's mouth after opening the door. He turned back to Weston with a smirk, though it was a good-natured one. He was sure that Wes was going to give him some bullshit excuse for why he couldn't stay, and though Collin doubted that he would be able to talk him out of abandoning him so quickly, Holly might be able to. Even if she couldn't change his mind, the way that she could run her mouth could leave Wes stranded here for twenty extra minutes, depending on how many times Collin suggested she tell Wes more about the dog she had mentioned seeing at the parade, or about what she was thankful for today. Exploiting the girl's good nature was probably mean, but Collin couldn't help himself from getting a laugh out of it at Weston's expense. In his defense, it was usually him who had to listen to all of Holly's stories when Cara brought her over here, so allowing Wes to feel some of his pain (in terms of this Thanksgiving gathering and that) seemed only fair. "Sorry man, but not even one of Tony's pies is enough to get you out off your friendship obligation with me to at least see what I've got to put up with for the night, so step on in," he said, stepping aside to welcome Wes into the apartment.

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The game that was currently on was the Redskins vs. the Cowboys, and to put it lightly, Jesse was getting into it. He wasn't a fan of either team, with the NY Giants holding a special place in his heart, but the dedication to his team led him to dislike the Cowboys, who had become a rival team in recent years, and because of that, he wanted the Redskins to win. The Cowboys were 9-1 up until now, though, so Jesse wasn't betting on a loss on their part, even if he was hoping for one. By the time that Cara called out that the food was ready, the Redskins already appeared to be on their way to getting their asses handed to them, so Jesse was ready to flip the television off. He was surprised, however, to hear Makayla call out towards him, and yet not to him. As he cocked his head to the side, he noticed that Holly was still sitting on the couch with him, with only a cushion separating them. Could it be though, that she had been there since she sat down about twenty minutes ago... and he didn't hear a word come out of her mouth since then? The confusion was evident on his face as he looked at the younger girl, who's zombie like stare only faltered when the screen went black. "Didn't know football was your thing, Little Red," he commented, raising his eyebrows in genuine surprise as he got to his feet.

"It's not. Cara said that they're doing a rerun of the dog show that I missed watching earlier because I was out at the parade and stuff, but Makayla said I wasn't allowed to tell you to turn your football game off, so I was waiting for you to finish. Why are they called Redskins?"

He guessed he had something to thank Makayla for after that, because he was sure that if Holly had made a big deal about watching the program she wanted, Cara would've come over and made him change it, even if Makayla insisted he didn't have to. Maybe I'll toss her an extra twenty the next time she wants some of this dick, he thought, readjusting his decision to thank her in a more appropriate manner. Holly wouldn't be Holly if the things she said and questions she asked were normal ones. She was like a child in a lot of regards, but especially in how innocently blunt she was with the things she said. She called things as she saw them. "That's a good question. You should ask Brooklyn if you can use her laptop so you can look it up, and then tell me why they're called that after you figure it out," he suggested. It was the easiest response for him because for one, he knew he would get a laugh out of seeing Holly pester Brooklyn, and two, he didn't feel like trying to explain that the term "Redskin" was actually seen as an offensive and derogatory word for Native Americans. He left it at that with the girl for now, though, in favor of following his nose to where all of the food was lined up in the kitchen. Tossing the two empty bottles of beer that he had downed in the last few minutes into the waste bin first, he then grabbed a plate, just as Collin went to answer the door. "Since I'm sure Demarco is about to friend zone it up wherever Brooklyn's sitting," Jesse said, purposely speaking loudly enough for them all to hear, "I think I'll sit next to our beautiful hostess tonight." He announced it as if it were legendary news, but surprisingly, his attention was all on the food in front of him. By the time he had passed by every dish, his plate felt like it weighed twenty pounds and there wasn't room for anything else, even if he wanted more.

Although Holly had heard Makayla and Cara both say that it was time to eat, she remained seated on the couch, even after Jesse left. Now that the remote was in her hands, she was able to navigate through the channels until she found the National Dog Show rerun, from when it had originally aired earlier this afternoon. Food was important, and Holly was excited to have a real Thanksgiving turkey for the first time ever, but dogs came before everything. It was a random obsession for Holly to have, and when exactly it developed, she would never be able to pinpoint. When she had first moved in with Makayla's family, one of Makayla's father's friends always had a Pitbull that he would bring over. It wasn't a nice dog at all, and Holly knew after receiving a few growls or snaps at that it wasn't a dog to be played with, so it wasn't like she loved the animals forever. In fact, she was probably actually scared of them at that point. Somehow, though, the fear eventually disappeared and dogs became her "thing". She loved seeing them while she was walking on the streets, and maybe it was because she wasn't allowed to have one that she wanted one even more, but whatever it was, they were her current fixation. An entire program dedicated to finding the best dog in the world was something that seemed like it was made just for her, and she barely even stirred, initially, when Collin called out to her. It was only simple luck that allowed a commercial break to come right after his words, and that allowed Holly enough of a distraction to stand up to see who the blonde was talking about. Her face lit up at the sight of Weston, and she hurried towards the door. "Happy Thanksgiving, Westy boy!" she said energetically. "You made it just in time for dinner and the dog show. We've been waiting for you!" she said, grasping his forearm in excitement, before noticing what was in his hands. "Cara! Wes brought us a pie and he said that Tony's on her way over with macaroni and cheese and gummy bears!" she exclaimed, though she laughed aloud following this, as if it were her own little joke.

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As much as she told herself she was fine, Brooklyn definitely felt out of place spending a holiday this way. She hadn't spent a holiday with her family in so long, that she no longer really felt like that was how holidays were for her. It had been far too long since she and her parents and Kate had traveled to Connecticut to their grandparents house for Thanksgiving, where all of their cousins would gather. She remembered how much she enjoyed playing games with her cousins, who were all close in age with her, and how Kate loved to tag along and act like one of the "big kids". She could remember how nice their grandparents house would smell once the food started coming out of the oven, and how many times the adults chided them for being too loud at the kids table, and yeah, she missed it a bit, but it felt too foreign for her to get sentimental over, if she didn't think about it for too long. What had become her way of celebrating Thanksgiving for the past few years, was celebrating it with Nick. Jude would be included sometimes, too, but for the most part, for her, Thanksgiving meant sleeping all day, usually a fair amount of sex, and then going to get pizza or ordering in take out, and finally, seeing a movie in the theaters. Nick always told Brooklyn that she was demanding and materialistic, but her idea of a perfect holiday was that, and overall, it was pretty simple. Simple, and yet all she needed, and now that she was experiencing her first year without that, she was beginning to realize more and more that that was all she needed and wanted. She just didn't want that with someone who would cheat on her, even if he claimed that it wasn't technically cheating, since they had been broken up at the time. Technicalities didn't count in her mind though, because with their tumultuous relationship, they were breaking up almost once a week, and then getting back together the next day after some makeup sex. She knew that their separations weren't real, and so did he, so it was just as much cheating as it would have been on any other day, in her mind.

After leaving Tony's, Brooklyn had still been in the mindset that she could keep her spirits up, simply out of the desire to be vengeful. She didn't have to have energy to be positive and happy, but she could use it to look forward to getting back at Cara. As the hours passed, though, the realization that she wasn't going to be happy even if Cara was unhappy too, began to set in. Her relationship with Nick wouldn't suddenly be mended if she wronged "the other woman". That didn't mean that she wasn't still set on getting back at Cara, because even upset, Brooklyn still was Brooklyn. She just felt a lot more uneasy as the day began to remind her of what she had lost, that was all.

She had been in and out of her room over the past thirty minutes, but upon hearing Cara say that the food was ready, she figured it was time to go out. She didn't want to leave Jude stranded with the rest of these people, if nothing else. Though she could already tell that the food was going to be amazing, simply from the smell, she initially passed by it and headed towards the drinks. Cara and Makayla stood there, but that didn't deter her. When Brooklyn wanted liquor, nothing could stand in her way. While the other two girls seemed to be sticking to wine, Brooklyn opted to pour herself a Jack and Coke. With the way she was feeling, she was surprised at herself for not already being ten glasses in.

She would have started off the evening with some underhanded comment directed towards Cara, but the knock on the door caught her attention, and she watched Collin answer it. He's not ugly, she told herself, as she tried to imagine him with his clothes off. He truthfully wasn't ugly, either. If anything, he was actually quite attractive, but Brooklyn doubted she could shake that "younger brother" vibe he gave off, for long enough to actually see him as an equal. She watched as he pulled a move that she found to be very respectable, by essentially forcing Weston to stay longer than he likely intended, by goading Holly over. "Westy boy," Brooklyn repeated, approaching the trio and seemingly mulling over the nickname for a moment, before nudging Holly lightly as she passed by. "I like it," she decided, in approval of the moniker. Brooklyn and Weston weren't even really that close, where she could tease him that naturally, like she could his sister, but to Brooklyn, the depth of a relationship didn't really matter. She just liked to fuck with everyone, when she saw an opportunity. "It's funny you mention mac and cheese and gummy bears, Holl. Tony told me the same thing, that she was planning on bringing those over, when I spoke to her earlier. Someone needs to remind that girl that it isn't polite to be this late to a party." She had caught Jesse's obnoxious comment about how he would have sat next to her, if he didn't expect Jude to "friendzone" and take that seat, and though it had elicited an eye roll from her, she hadn't responded to it directly yet. Jesse was attractive, yes, but he was incredibly obnoxious, and persistent to the point of being pesky. "Yes, Jude, my love, please come friendzone it up. I need some intelligent conversation with my turkey, tonight," she said, placing her drink down for a moment, so she had two free hands to make a plate of food. Before she started browsing the food selection, however, she had to text Tony back.

To: Tony
Uneventful so far. And yours? Big sister let little brother abandon ship this early? I'm shocked! Also, Wes said you're dropping off macaroni and cheese and candy in a few minutes? Look at you with all these surprises up your sleeve, wifey!

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Jude had been avoided direct contact with everyone. He wasn't particularly pleased the majority of his company. Namely Jesse, who was honestly just the worst in Jude's opinion. Then there was Holly, who could be funny at times but she was too excited to even say something remotely interesting. And of course, the queen of it all, Cara. She had managed to remain calm through the rest of the "cooking" process, which Jude marked as an achievement, but now he was dreading the rest of the evening sitting at the same table as her.

He mostly spent the awkward time before everyone was silently stuffing their faces with very slowly and intentionally serving himself a drink. Weston came to door but Jude ignored it, he stood by the drinks and slowly sipped his bourbon. His green eyes scanned over the room, catching some with distain and others with appreciation. As he was actively ignoring the commotion around him, Jude drifted off into his own thoughts. He thought about later tonight with Olivelle and began to daydream of all the scenes that could play out. Jude wasn't stupid by any means, but he wasn't exactly the smooth talking guy that got all the girls. Honestly, he was just glad that she had agreed to come with him.

When Jude heard Brooklyn speak he snapped out of it. That was his cue. "Gladly," he said as he made his way to the chair next to her. "Anything for you, darling." Jude cooed while he put his arm around the back of Brooklyn's chair. Jude smirked at Jesse as he took another swig of his bourbon. Finding no interest in verbally communicating with Jesse, Jude looked at the vast array of food. At least Cara hadn't taken it upon herself to cook because the only redeeming qualities about this dinner was going to be the food and the booze.

The brunette settled into his chair and watched his peers gather their food first. He often liked wait to serve himself last. There was always plenty to go around and he absolutely wanted to avoid any awkward arm bumps, snatching a serving right before someone else, or the dreadful grabbing of the same spoon. So there he sat, feeling a slight victory over his jab at Jesse, and waited.

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"You really don't have to thank me!" Cara insisted, waving her hand, that wasn't holding her glass, nonchalantly. "I'd rather you and Holly be here, over Collin and I just eating alone," she then continued with a smile. She refrained from bringing up how Holly and Makayla would also be a good distraction for her, considering that Brooklyn and Jude's company was unwanted. She had extended the dinner invitation to the two of them simply out of politeness. They paid rent to live in the apartment, and so, if she was holding a get together, albeit a small one, sending an invitation their way seemed obligatory. She honestly had imagined that Brooklyn, at least, would have turned down the invitation, for obvious reasons related to their falling out. It didn't make sense that the girl that hated her so much would want to break bread with her at the same table, but then again, Cara supposed that this could be something like Jesus' last supper. Maybe Brooklyn was plotting to betray and kill her tomorrow, or something, she envisioned, as if she could somehow be compared to Jesus. She and Jude weren't immeasurably close either, but Cara minded his presence less than she did Brooklyn. He remained quiet, for the most part, and when they did talk, like earlier this afternoon, he was friendly enough. She understood that it was probably simply out of feeling forced to be kind or polite, but the motives behind it didn't matter, because she could be fake too. Jesse was here too, and his comment that alluded to how badly he wanted to get into Brooklyn's pants made Cara crack a smile, if only because it was a nice signal that there was someone here who was on her side. Jesse wasn't on her side in terms of being anti-Brooklyn, per se, but he was a real friend of hers. Cara trusted Jesse and she knew that he was here because their friendship was real. He, along with Makayla and Holly, and herself and Collin, would have made a fine Thanksgiving dinner, she decided. She didn't need or want Brooklyn or Jude here, but it was what it was, and as long as Cara had her wine, she decided that she could get through anything that this night threw her way.

As she took a step away from Makayla and towards the food, her gaze was averted towards the door, where Collin stood now with Weston Garcia and Holly. Holly called out to her about how Wes had come over to deliver a pie, and how his sister was planning on stopping by with macaroni and cheese and candy, and that comment seemed to elicit Brooklyn's presence, because the blonde chimed in that she heard that Antonia was planning on coming over as well. Initially, it took a lot of self-restraint for Cara to not shoot a glare in her brother's direction. She hadn't invited Tony over, but she wouldn't have doubted that Collin did. Weston was one thing - Cara actually thought he was a nice kid, from the little that she knew of him. His sister though... she just seemed like a bitch. No, Cara didn't know her personally, but she didn't have to. The girl just gave off unwelcoming vibes, she reasoned, and that was enough for her to decide that she didn't want to be friends with her. It wasn't like she cared enough to hate Tony, and it didn't even bother her that Collin seemed to enjoy hanging out at her bar from time to time, but she felt like it was a different story to welcome her into their home, unexpectedly, on Thanksgiving of all days. Though Holly's laugh might have been a signal that she didn't need to take the comment very seriously, Cara had no reason to believe that the younger girl was lying. It wasn't like she wasn't smiling or laughing 99% of the time that she was awake. "You don't want to eat mac and cheese on Thanksgiving, Holl!" Cara opted to respond with, as she placed a hand on the girl's back to usher her away from the door. "Remember how you told me you were so excited to try real Thanksgiving food? Today's the day you get to try it and see for yourself if you like it."

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Dane Elkner

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"No biggie, babe. Some people," Tony went back to pointely staring at Ricky after brushing off Sam's refusal to do the prayer, "can make themselves useful and do it. Might as well repent for their sinful ways." Ricky flipped her the bird again, but considering the light glare his Dad tossed him, Tony was well aware that he was on the way to conceding defeat on this matter. So, Tony only offered a bright grin of triumph and turned back to Sam. "I always want, love." When the other woman went to start making her own drink, Tony turned back to her family just as Miguel had gotten on his feet and nudged Ricky to get on with the prayer. Unless it was a big group, like when the family normally got together, prayer wasn't a huge deal. During the holidays, and big family meals, Tony had to endure long prayers that were honestly filled with more shade and judgement than she was pretty sure the lord needed to hear, and it always had her ready to reach across the table for a dinner roll despite knowing that one of her aunts was watching like a hawk. Luckily, during a low-key dinner like the one she had been planning, all that was needed was a few quick words of thanks and appreciation - spoken with warmth, sure, for the sake of not sounding too much like the heathens they all were - and it was time to eat.

Which was why Ricky didn't take too long nor was Sam needed to be still for the entirety of his prayer. Tony repeated a quiet "Amen" upon the end of his very brisk prayer and exclaimed, "Have at it. That's all any of y'all are good for anyway." Ducking a thrown pillow from one of her cousins, Tony felt her phone vibrate again. For a split second, she thought it would be Wes, informing her that he was hanging with Collin for a few, which was something she had expected. Instead, it was a text from Brooklyn that made her furrow her brows in confusion for a moment before rolling her eyes, responding, and putting her phone back into her pocket in favor of going back to the front door and opening it to see Dane waiting. "Well, hello stranger," she said somewhat breathlessly, playfully, leaning against the door frame, a teasing smirk forming. She made a point of raking her eyes from Dane's shoes up to his eyes, though they both knew how much she flirted with him and didn't always mean it. "Fancy seeing you here."

To: Brooke
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Did Wes have every intention of at least staying for a few minutes and doing some Thanksgiving greetings? Definitely. Holly had talked nonstop days before about spending Thanksgiving with Cara, so Wes knew for a fact that he wouldn't be forgiven easily if he didn't at least try to sit with them for a bit. Sure, his and Collin's sisters did not get along, but that had nothing to do with either of them, so he and the blonde male were cool. Good friends, even. That didn't stop Wes from giving Collin a half-hearted glare that he hurried to cover up the second Holly bounded over into his space. "Happy Thanksgiving, Holly," he deadpanned, not even bothering for a moment to correct her on that inclusion of Tony's presence along with two of her favorite foods. Especially considering Brooklyn seeming to agree with the nickname Wes was pretty sure he had never heard from the redhead, which made him blush a lot harder than he wanted to admit. Luckily, Cara had come over to usher Holly away and Wes could officially glare at Collin. "You're a real piece of work, Forrester," he mildly threatened and walked further into the apartment, shoving the dessert (albeit carefully, since Tony would have his head if he managed to destroy her "masterpiece" before a knife could) into Collin's hands as he did so.

Wes' eyes fell on those in attendance and he smiled, shoving his hands into the pockets a touch nervously, but made sure to exude friendliness. "Happy Thanksgiving, everyone," he exclaimed. The only people in the room Wes had much of a relationship was with Holly, Collin, and perhaps Brooklyn. He liked the latter, not a lot considering she was more of Tony's friend and he was probably just Tony's little brother, but she wasn't as mean to him as others might have said. Or had to experience - they didn't talk much. Jesse, again, was Tony's friend and he was frequently at the apartment. The guy wasn't bad, that much Wes had surmised, though he could probably do without the two of them fooling around on some of the late nights considering the walls were thinner than at their childhood home. He and Jude rarely interacted, Makayla was nice when Wes did manage to get more than a few words out of her, and Cara...that was another story altogether. She had never been rude to him, that much was certain. But there was no denying how uncomfortable he sometimes felt knowing what Tony disliked about her and well, sensing it for himself. He understood and empathized a bit better than Tony; if there was a snootiness about Cara, it had been a part of her culture. She couldn't just turn it off at will. At the same time, every now and then, she just didn't make him feel as welcome, though unwittingly on her part, he reasoned. More importantly, though, Wes just didn't know how he was supposed to act in this setting. He had known this apartment had tension for awhile and no one wanted to be in the middle of it, even if everyone seemed like they were going to behave for the holiday. "Tones is entertaining some family right now, but she sent me and the pie to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. I don't mean to intrude for too long."

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"That's so nice of her," Cara smiled, when Weston explained why he was here. She looked towards her brother, who now had a pie in his hands, before looking back towards the Garcia boy. "Tell her she didn't have to do that, but we appreciate it." Did she like Weston's sister? No. However, that didn't mean that she was going to reject a gift from her. She wasn't going to eat it, because she didn't trust the food that came out of that girl's kitchen, but she was still going to be polite, because that was what hostesses did. It wasn't even being fake, in Cara's mind. It was just fulfilling the role of what she was tonight, and after offering Weston a grateful smile, she turned away, to find Makayla by her side and apologizing for something. She didn't have time to respond and brush it off, before Brooklyn opened her big mouth, though. This was the only reason why Brooklyn intimidated Cara, sometimes. This - this tendency she had to go from acting completely normal and civil, which in their books, basically meant just not speaking for a few days straight, to being catty, in the blink of an eye and for no good reason. It was alarming, because it showed how unpredictable the other blonde was, and understandably, Cara didn't like not knowing what to expect from someone that she knew she had wronged. She attributed it to Brooklyn being mentally unstable, crazy, even, and though that was a dramatic stretch, the way that Brooklyn acted still was unusual and very unique to her, because it seemed like she acted this way, even towards her friends. Some days she was nice and normal, and other days, she was rash and insensitive towards their feelings. Even though Cara knew that Brooklyn was trying to actually antagonize her and not Holly, the fact that she would use Holly as a tool for that only aided in Cara's ability to think lowly of the other girl. She was glad that Makayla stepped in to kindly correct Brooklyn's claim that the gravy on the turkey that Brooklyn had was blood, and with a curt, and very clearly fake, smile, Cara said, "No one's forcing you to eat it. I'm sure the McDonald's down the block is open if real food isn't really your style." Brooklyn would be doing the both of them a favor if she left, and so not to allow herself to get even more worked up, she turned away from the instigator and neared where the food was lined up. She paused, however, to text Sam back.

To: Sam
I'm not sure if you're talking about Brooklyn or Collin, but the answer is yes to whichever

Cara knew that Sam was referring to her, but she wouldn't even acknowledged that. It didn't bother her coming from Sam, because Cara was capable of accepting some forms of criticism from her friends, but in general, she disliked the idea that people had of her, being a diva and a drama queen. She didn't like that people assumed that she was a bitch, or condescending, or uppity, just because she had more money than them. A lot of people thought these things of her after having conversations and interactions with her, and that was one thing, but there were others who didn't know her and still thought it of her. She was okay with accepting the image from people who she had interacted with, but she didn't like the idea of having a reputation with people she didn't even know. It was hypocritical, probably, because it wasn't like Cara didn't judge those people herself, too, but it was always easier to see one side of the story when it benefited her.

She decided that now that at least Makayla and Holly, and Brooklyn and Jesse were getting food, that it was appropriate for her to do so as well. Her brother was still lingering by the door with Weston, and Jude was sitting next to Brooklyn without a plate, but she wasn't worried about the two of them helping themselves. Although there was a lot to choose from, Cara opted for a small plate of salad, and a helping of turkey as her meal. It was possible that she would go back for seconds later on, but she was never the type to overeat. It wasn't because she was really obsessed with dieting or anything - she just was never a big eater, even on days like today, that revolved around food. Once she was satisfied with what was on her plate, she sat down at the table, ensuring that there was a seat across from her open for Jesse.

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Had Holly not been fascinated with Weston enough to rival her love for Cara and Brooklyn, she would have honed in on what Brooklyn was saying about Cara's Thanksgiving dinner. The comment about the blood, and Cara shooting the turkey herself most definitely would have been enough to have Holly insisting that they go across the hall to demand Tony share some of the macaroni and cheese that she had decided (with no factual basis behind it) that the Garcias were feasting on. However, her mind was lingering on the new arrival, and more specifically, the last part of what had come out of his mouth. As she stood beside Makayla, it was as if she hadn't heard a single word that Brooklyn had said, or that Makayla had said about what she wanted to eat. It was only one more example of how difficult it was for the girl to focus. Sometimes her mind lingered on unimportant things for unnecessary sums of time, while other times, she couldn't remain focused on anything at all for longer than three seconds. "I didn't know that Tony had family besides Westy," she pondered aloud, her tone suggesting serious confusion, as if not knowing something about the Garcias was absolutely life-changing. Westy was a new nickname, and the charm of it likely wasn't going to wear off anytime soon, now that it was stuck in Holly's head. "Do you think she has a grandma? Remember how I always wanted a grandma who knew how to make sweaters out of yarn, and who lived in a little cottage that always smelled like chocolate chip cookies? Remember how I told you about that, that time? Do you think Westy's grandma is like that? And she's probably so short because she's so old and she has glasses and wrinkly skin and a purse with tissues and candy in it."

And just like that, before she would even allow Makayla a moment to respond, she had sprung from her sister's side and was headed back towards the door, where Collin and Weston stood. "Can I meet your grandma, Wes?" she inquired. Had she not already asked Cara enough questions over the course of friendship, she would have asked Collin why his grandmother was not here as well, but she already knew that the woman lived in Florida... which Holly automatically assumed meant that she lived right around the corner from Disney World, which was one more reason for why she liked to insist that she and Cara go visit the woman some time soon. She had never been to Disney World, or any amusement park for that matter. "And you should probably change out of your skinny jeans when we go there, because I don't think grandmas like skinny jeans like yours," she continued, as if she were only doing him a favor, as she eyed him from top to bottom.

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Despite the smile and the pleasant tone Cara used with him, Wes wasn't sure if he actually could stay for much longer in the blonde's apartment. Hanging out with Collin was fine, sure, and the invitation was surely tempting, that much was sure. Who really wanted to turn down the prospects of free food that he was pretty sure was going to be superb if Cara's reputation had anything to say about it? But considering the exchange between herself and Brooklyn, and just the simple fact that he wasn't exactly his most comfortable about the older Forrester sibling, Weston was pretty sure what he was not about to do and that was overstaying his welcome. Smiling at the blonde, he turned back to Collin with a pointed look. "I can accept it," he stated lowly so that only his friend could hear him. "I'm a punk, that was my cue to leave, and I'm pretty sure your sister doesn't like me, so I'm just gonna go, man."

And he would have left it at that. Wes was pretty much prepared to turn when, for some odd reason, Holly's conversation somehow included him and she was back in his orbit. Wes' face scrunched up momentarily at her inquiry, especially when it was followed by the scrutiny and he couldn't help but look up at Makayla a touch cluelessly. But he couldn't blame her for this one. Holly's mind, a fascinating thing to him, could go from a range of topics in under a minute. It was definitely troubling for her to randomly ask about his family, but Wes eventually smiled at her, albeit sheepishly before stating, "See, the only problem with that Holly, is that I'm pretty sure you don't want to go to a graveyard. Because...um, that's where my grandma is." His smile became a bit brighter at the memory of the older woman and he chuckled while adding, "Though you are right. She wouldn't like my jeans very much."

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Internally, Brooklyn's eyes widened at Cara's display of courage in talking back to her. Maybe it was Brooklyn's ego speaking (it definitely was), but she hadn't expected Cara to do anything, other than maybe passively roll her eyes. She especially wasn't expecting any comment in return, once it was clear that Holly wasn't even taking the bait enough to cause a scene, so the retort left Brooklyn surprised. She wasn't going to allow her face to show that though, and rather than snap back at Cara with an underhanded comment of her own, she turned her head to the boy sitting next to her and pushed his shoulder in feigned offense. "Wow, Jude, you're just going to sit there and let her talk to me like that? Clearly, it's getting harder and harder to find loyal men these days!" she scoffed, not genuinely being offended by the stretch of a claim that she was making, but only wanting to make a bit of a scene. "Not to worry! It's not like I don't have a backup plan," she chirped a beat later, as she turned to peer in the other direction. Collin was still talking to Weston, but now that Holly was over there too, she assumed it would be easier to rope the blonde away. She still wasn't sure if she wanted to go through with the plan that she had suggested to Tony earlier, about sleeping with Collin as payback to Cara, but at least interacting with him now, would give her a sense of where she wanted to go later on in the night. "Collin! Would you come over here? I have a question for you!" Her tone had suddenly turned sweet as sugar, once she decided to call out to the blonde in a way that was probably unnecessary loud, given their proximity. It had to be loud, though, because the whole point of it was to be obnoxious. Even if it meant being childishly petty, to an extent that even she wanted to roll her eyes at, Brooklyn was going to make sure that Cara couldn't enjoy this dinner.

"You're not overstaying man," Collin smirked light heartedly. "The party's only just getting started, and I'm being totally straight with you when I tell you that that's the nicest she's been to anyone in here, so I'm pretty sure that means you've gotta stay," he insisted, though he knew that Weston was ultimately going to have to leave. If Collin had it his way, he'd make his friend stay so that he would have someone to survive the night with, but when it came down to it, he couldn't blame Wes for wanting to be across the hall. Cara was one reason for that, yeah, but besides that, he knew that whatever Tony had cooked would be good, and he was sure that the vibes of their celebration would be more pleasant anyway. The only thing that didn't scream tension in their apartment, right now, was Holly, really. And speaking of her... there she was again, asking Weston about his grandmother, who apparently was actually dead. This, Collin thought, could be the basis of an amusing scene if he could get Holly to press the subject. It wasn't typical of Collin, at all, actually, to want to antagonize Holly, but he saw doing it tonight as a way of getting even with Weston. If he was going to have to put up with this all night, Weston could put up with it for ten minutes. However, he was caught off guard by Brooklyn yelling out to him. For an inexplicable reason, he felt his cheeks flush red when he glanced over his shoulder and realized that she really was talking to him. "You're lucky I'm scared of her or else I'd get this to keep you here all night," he whispered to Weston, again, probably speaking of Holly in a way that wasn't the nicest, but also figuring that he was being a nice friend regardless, by basically leaving Weston with that, as his ticket to leave now.

As he approached Brooklyn, he managed to place the pie from the Garcias on an empty counter space beforehand. "Uh, yeah, what's up?" he asked, his hand reaching for the back of his neck in a move that seemed to be synchronized with him feeling awkward or anxious. This was just unusual, it wasn't particularly stress-inducing. Though they lived together, Collin did his best to avoid Brooklyn. He had overheard one too many of her fights with her ex for him to think of her as being anything less than crazy and aggressive. She reminded him of "words of wisdom" that his dad had passed on to him years ago, about how the prettiest ones were always the craziest.

"Jude and I want you to eat with us. Here, sit," she said, speaking for the both of them as she pointed to the empty seat across from her. From what she knew, Jude got along with his roommate well enough that she didn't think she would be bothering him by inviting Collin over, and if she was... well, then Jude was going to have to get over it. When Collin sat down, albeit a bit reluctantly, Brooklyn realized that he hadn't gotten any food yet. If that wasn't a perfect opportunity for her to step it up, then she didn't know what was. "But wait, we can't have you going hungry, Collin. Let me make you a plate," she said, standing up before he could even reject the offer. It was peculiar, to offer to make a plate for someone you barely knew, but for Brooklyn, it felt all too familiar, since she would frequently do it for Nick when he was lazy lounging on the couch or she just felt like playing housewife for the evening. If she could do it for her old man, she could do it for her potential new-man too.

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Jude had been actively avoiding this entire debacle. Noticing a lull in the business of the food table, he made his move. Jude worked quickly and sat back down before anyone could really really notice he had left the table. Jude liked almost all food anyway, so filling his plate up wasn't a hard task.

The poor brunette was unsure where to go from here. Knowing how Brooklyn worked, it suddenly clicked for him. Jude knew exactly what Brooklyn was doing. She was trying to get back at Cara by sleeping with her little brother. Jude loved Brooklyn dearly, he really did, and he was fiercely loyal to his closest friends... But he wasn't sure if he could let Brooklyn get away with this. Let us not forget that Collin was also Jude's friend and roommate. Also, this whole casual revenge sex was just kind of crazy to Jude.

So there he sat, stuffing his face and watching in (subtle) disgusted amazement. If he had a choice he wouldn't say anything at all and he would somehow get the message across to Collin in some magical nonverbal way. Actually, if he had a choice he would be at Deja's doing whatever the hell Deja deemed necessary for a Thanksgiving dinner. That way he wouldn't even have to think about this whole scheme. But instead Jude laughed and smiled at his cues, like the good little boy he was while his head spun around ideas of friendship and what was right and wrong.

He could not, and probably would not say anything to Collin. Brooklyn would surely find some way to make Jude's life miserable he messed this up for her. It was also his best friendly duty to support her in all endeavors, right? Jude was having a really hard time with this one.

With the social stress mounting Jude just stared at Collin as he sat down and Brooklyn got up to make him a plate. "Dude..." was all that Jude could stupidly muster up.

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Tony beamed with pleasure at Sam's compliment. She didn't exactly cook every day and she definitely was nowhere near ready to compete on Chopped, but when she did cook, she aimed to please. More than that, she aimed to bring back a little of her mother, a feat she only deemed possible during the holidays when all she had were memories of watching how methodical her mom had been about each step and the recipes she had the foresight of writing down back then for Tony's sake. But despite how sentimental she would verbally deny that she was being, she did like knowing that she was doing her mother's cooking justice. Tony herself wouldn't be able to tell you anything other than what tastes good with what. Wouldn't be able to come up with anything. But she was at least good at following instructions and that, in and of itself, was enough to have her beaming. Albeit, she dramatically flipped her hair in faux arrogance.

"Awww, shucks babe," she exclaimed, smiling widening into a wicked grin. "Why kick him out when you could just move in with lil ol' me? You know I'd share all of my space with you." Giggling at the way her uncle tossed her a rather disturbed expression, Tony turned back to Dane, shrugging at his curiosity over Deja's cooking. "I mean, if you wanna eat, you gotta be big on it. Even a little," she reasoned aloud. She too would have never pegged Deja for a cooker, but the girl's excitement for the holiday - for sharing it with everyone - probably either had her researching or asking around for recipes. Which wasn't anything new. Tony had old acquaintances who asked for one of her aunts' numbers every year for the best way to cook a turkey or a ham, and for that one casserole recipe they didn't know how to recreate. She figured that the food at Deja's was probably going to be good since, when she did put her mind to it, Deja was good at stuff. "Now, you're really stuck, D. Go make yourself a plate and sit where you want. Wes is a big boy. He can deal with no assigned seating at home." To show that there needed to not be any hesitation, Tony headed into the kitchen, picked up two paper plates and dangled one in Dane's direction.



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Nicest Cara had ever been or not, as soon as Collin pretty much willing (though really unwilling, but there seemingly wasn't much he could do now that the blonde had been summoned and by Brooklyn no less) to let him go, Wes ready to head back to his and Tony's apartment. For just a moment, he was obliged to feel guilty, but only a little. He had adhered to and respect Collin's invite to come over and even came with a gift. Not wanting to stay when he had actual family at his apartment was excuse enough to get back to it. Plus, Wes figured that he could always check on Collin later, see if his friend needed to use his apartment for the night to get away from whatever tension was present at Brooklyn and Cara's prolonged sharing of space. He couldn't really fathom how the hell the two girls managed to share an apartment when they obviously weren't fans of one another, but Weston also wasn't of the mind to stay for too long to figure out if the girls could manage at eating at the same table.

Turning back to Holly, Wes smiled again and said, "I'm headed home now, Holly. You should go enjoy Cara's food since it smells so good and I'll make sure to tell Tony to set you aside something if you want, okay?" If Collin really had wanted to, as he had said before jetting off to see whatever it was that Brooklyn wanted, he really could have used Holly to his advantage. Even if Wes would have been side-eyeing him for the rest of the night. Wes couldn't exactly explain it, but he really did like Holly. A lot more than he thought he would when they first met. But then again, it was something he and Tony agreed on. Something about Holly's energy could be contagious and she was...pure, for lack of a better word. He couldn't help but want to preserve that, indulge it. Even if that meant she occasionally had the skill of getting him to do what she wanted.

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"Sorry you got sucked into staying here for dinner, man," Collin said with a quiet chuckle, and a nearly sheepish grin, once he sat down across from Jude. With Jude only giving him a "dude..." as a conversation starter, it would have been impossible for him to gage what was on the other male's mind, and because he already felt uncomfortable with how out of the ordinary it was for Brooklyn to acknowledge him, he found himself talking just to distract himself from the confusion. "Cara won't even notice if you leave, so don't feel like you've got to stick around here because of us, but the food shouldn't be too horrible," he continued, looking towards Jude's full plate, and then again, feeling uncomfortable about Brooklyn's offer to go make him a plate. It was bizarre seeming, really. He assumed that somehow, he was supposed to construe her intentions as kindness, but it was hard to see past how weird it was, to get to there. He and Brooklyn lived in the same apartment, but they were closer to strangers than friends, and what kind of stranger offered to make another stranger a plate of food? Collin had functioning arms of his own, and though he wasn't a picky eater, it wasn't like she knew what he wanted to eat. He supposed that maybe he was overthinking this, and that it was a signal that he needed to start making more of an effort to interact with girls, since clearly, he was horrible at reading them.

Although he was trying to suppress the weirdness that he felt about being invited to sit with Brooklyn and Jude, after a second of silence, he decided that he had to address it. He and Jude weren't best friends, but they were actual roommates, and they got along pretty well. "But, side note: it's not that I don't appreciate having someone to talk to aside from my sister and Holly, but I'm kind of confused about why she wants me to sit with you two. I know you guys are good friends, so I'm not trying to intrude on anything, especially if... well, you know, you're stepping in to pick up where Nick left off," he said. He wasn't trying to be a jerk, not even at all, and was actually quite serious as he spoke. He knew that Jesse was usually just being an ass when he spoke of Jude's "never-gonna-happen" crush on Brooklyn, but Collin wouldn't have been surprised if there was actually something brewing between the two. They were close, closer than most normal friends, and Collin wouldn't blame Jude for going there if he did.

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Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
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Jesse eventually sat down across from Cara at the table, and wasted no time in digging into his food. To no surprise, it was all very good, and he had no regrets about leaving his mother's celebration to come here instead. An authentic friendship between him and Cara might have seemed odd to some people, but it worked for them. Jesse already had Brooklyn, a blonde to lust over, and Tony, a hot chick with a little bit of an attitude to have fun with in bed. He didn't need Cara for either of those positions, so a platonic relationship worked best for them. Besides, despite what many people liked to think, Jesse wasn't only focused on sex. He liked people for their personalities too, and even if Cara's wasn't well-known for being likable, he found it to be. If she was such a bad person, there was no way that she would host a meal like this for people who she wasn't family with. Or, who he was now watching call over Collin, who she didn't even like. Why Brooklyn was here was still confusing to Jesse, but hey, he wasn't complaining. His taste and smell senses were satisfied from this meal, and now his vision sense would be satisfied too, by having some nice eye candy to look at while he ate. "Your brother better not be trying to move in on my woman," Jesse warned half-heartedly in a hushed tone. There was an empty chair separating him and Jude, but the distance definitely wasn't so great that the other boy wouldn't be able to overhear their conversation.

Cara didn't answer Jesse, though she, too, was not a fan of what was playing out. She set her fork down on her plate, unable to even multitask something as simple as eating with her focus on watching Brooklyn. Her eyes followed Collin as he came over to the table, and then, they followed Brooklyn as she made a very weird offer to make him a plate. "She's up to something, and I don't like it," Cara eventually replied with, though her eyes remained on Brooklyn, and only diverted away from her when she was caught off guard by Makayla's voice. "Okay, no problem," she said, somewhat distractedly as Makayla said something about running across the hall. Her eyes glanced towards the television that Holly was sitting in front of, and then back to Brooklyn. She felt the need to watch Brooklyn more closely, because she was certain that the girl was up to something that Cara wasn't going to like, but she also had a need that was nearly innate, to look after Holly. Even though the teenager appeared to be content and taken care of with her plate in front of the television, Cara felt like she needed to make sure. She picked up her own plate and glass of wine, and stood up, looking down at Jesse to say, "Make sure your woman behaves herself," in a voice that was quiet, though probably loud enough for the other two boys at the table to hear. She felt like glaring in Collin's direction, to prove some point that even she couldn't put a name to, but didn't even want to go there right now, and instead, left in a more subtle manner and headed towards the couch.

"Hey Holly," she said, her voice hosting a cheeriness that was a stark difference than how she had been speaking a moment before. She sat down next to the girl and pulled the coffee table closer to them so that she could set her plate and glass down there. "Do you like the food? And we wanted to watch the dog show, right?" Cara remembered that she had mentioned to Holly that she would try to DVR the animal show, because Holly wasn't going to be home to watch it, but she had forgotten to do so this morning. She grabbed the remote and skimmed through the channels, only to see that the re-run of it wouldn't start for another hour. "It looks like we're a little early. It won't come on again for another hour, but I recorded all of the episodes of that other dog show you like. 'Too Cute', is what it's called, right? Wanna watch that for now?" she said, already turning one of the episodes on. When it came to the television, Cara knew that it wasn't too hard to appease Holly, especially if you could find something dog or cartoon related.

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Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Location: Street / Apartment building
Hex Code: #6b8e66

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Jude shook head briefly. Was it that obvious that he didn't want to be there? It didn't really matter. He was paying his dues in order to maintain his living situation. He knew that there were other people who would gladly take him in, but he felt guilty about how this whole situation was panning out. He truly had the best of intentions with this dinner, but being in the same room as Cara and Jesse for so long might wear on his stability.

"Nah, don't worry about it," he said. "Hanging out with you is enough reason to pull through," he added quietly, hoping that no one would pick up on what he was saying. For a moment Jude felt the urge to tell Collin was Brooklyn was up to. A flush of courage ran through his body, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything while Brooklyn was out of earshot. Was it fair to be so loyal to one friend that you potentially let another friend make a big mistake? Jude couldn't make his mind up. Jude took a bite of turkey as Collin began to speak again.

With surprise and a bit of laughter Jude choked on his food for a split second. Quickly he swallowed what what inside of his mouth before ending up spewing food onto the table. Through a couple of involuntary coughs Jude began to chuckle. It was true that at one point Jude had harbored real feelings for Brooklyn. Perhaps it was because she was one of the only creatures in New York City that treated him like a human, or because he was naturally attracted to her. Regardless, after all of this drama in the apartment Jude's ever glowing attitude for Brooklyn was fading. She was beautiful, clearly, and Jude would readily admit that to her face. However, she was always up to something and as much as Jude would like to admit that he admires her ambition, the way that she moves forward in life to aggressively was tiresome for Jude.

"Oh, no." Jude stated before mumbling off. "No, no, no, no..." He took another bite, taking a moment to think before explaining himself to Collin. "Look, man," he started with a low voice. "Brooklyn is real, and she's hot, and she's fun, and she's got everything going for her... But..." Jude wasn't sure how to put this politely. "She's trouble." Jude said in a hushed whisper. He loved Brooklyn dearly, and normally Jude wouldn't be so negative about her, but he was hoping that Collin might think about these words later when she was really laying it down.

"I just want what's best for her," he said in a normal tone, referring to Jesse with a slight movement of the eyes. He looked back at Collin before finishing his thought. "And acting like I want something more with her is enough to deter some people for the time being."