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Makalya Wright

"Patience is a virtue."

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

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Full Name:
Makayla Alexis Wright

Nickname(s):
Kay

Age:
26

Date of Birth:
July 26th

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Hex Code:
#FF8400

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Personality:
Makayla is a girl with a lot of layers, and a thick armor around her true self. She's guarded and thinks it's best to remain that way, because she doesn't want to get close to many people. Not a lot of people understand the pain that she went through as a child, or how it's made trusting people so difficult for her. She has enough on her plate as it is now, with Holly, with how her chance at a future was tossed to the wind when she accepted custody of Holly, and how her mental sanity is on a downward spiral that never seems to end. The last thing that she needs are complicated relationships with anyone else in her life, be it close friends or romantic relationships, so she tends to keep to herself. Stay in her lane, if you will. She minds her own business, does her own thing, and tries to stay out of people's way, and hopes everyone will grant her with that same courtesy. Because of this, a lot of the time she will seem indifferent towards a lot of things. She won't make you feel very loved and welcomed, but she also won't make it seem like she hates you. She's not truly that plain and simple, but it's easier that way. In a way, she was forced to grow up very quickly, so she's never had time for petty drama or childish games. She likes to be upfront with people, or stay out of things all together.

To those that she's very close with, and those are few and far between, she's softer. She's protective and caring and has more of a conscience and heart that she wants to give herself credit for. She has a good head on her shoulders, a lot of common sense, and the ability to sacrifice her own comfort and wants to make sure her family is taken care of. It's undeniable that she's a strong girl. Strong definitely isn't a characteristic she would use to describe herself, but to go through what she's went through, and to accept this whole new challenge of taking care of Holly when she didn't need to attests to it. Even on her lowest days, when she swears that she's going to kill herself, she somehow manages to make it through, and a lot of the time, with a fake smile on her face.

Likes:
Chocolate and alcohol are the keys to her heart. Red wine gets you bonus points, but she doesn't have money to buy a pair of ten dollar shoes most days, so a cheap bottle of vodka will do the trick too. Dealing with the ball of energy she calls her sister leaves her with no patience by the end of the day, so 99% of the time, marijuana is the only thing that has kept her from taping Holly's mouth shut by six o'clock. Said little sister is one of her 'likes' as well, though the love isn't always showed. She likes money (who doesn't?!), but likes the stability that comes with it rather than the thrill of being able to splurge.

Dislikes:
She has common dislikes, like certain foods such as taffy, cinnamon flavored gum, bananas, chicken patties and chili. She was never a fan of the snow. She hates long bus rides and misplacing her metro card for the subways. She grew up around roaches and pests, but spiders still creep her out, and thanks to allergies,dislikes cats and dogs. Aside from the normal dislikes, there are a lot of times where she dislikes being responsible for Holly. The girl is her world and she loves her, but she doesn't think it's fair that at twenty-three-years-old, she's stuck taking care of her. She would never say it out loud, but Holly can be a burden and there are times when Kay is sure that if she didn't have to care for Holly, she might have been able to leave New York and gotten her life together somewhere else. It's so hard for her to focus on herself when she's taking care of a girl who has the attention span of a child, but at the same time, it's impossible for her to not love Holly like a sister and that dislike will never be enough for her to abandon her.
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Hometown:
South Bronx

Job:
She works as a cocktail waitress at a gentleman's club at night part time, works three days a week as a cashier at Duane Reade, and though she's trying to quit it all together, she still tampers with prostitution when money is running low.

History:
Makayla was born into a dysfunctional family, but it wasn't something that was abnormal in her community. She was born in the south Bronx to a crack addict mother, and a drug manufacturing and dealing father. He was an addict as well, but she preferred the addict in her mother, who was just neglectful, over the addict side of her father, who was abusive. Luckily, for most of her childhood, her grandmother looked after. She lived just a few floors up in their apartment building and at least allowed Makayla to make it through her toddler years in one piece, without accidentally consuming a piece of rock cocaine that fell off a coffee table or being the target of one of her father's whizzing beer bottles at three in the morning.

When she was ten years old, her mother was arrested for soliciting prostitution, and she never came home. She was released from jail, Makayla knows that much, but she just never saw the woman again. She doesn't know if her father threatened to kill her if she ever came back, or if the woman finally realized that her baby daddy was going to kill her if she stayed with him. All Makayla knows is that she was no real mother to abandon her. Maybe that's why it's been so hard for her to abandon Holly. She knows the pain, and she can't put that on someone else.

Holly is her stepsister, even though they aren't legally even related. Holly's mother was one of the women that Makayla's father spent a lot of time with after her mother disappeared. Holly was five years old when she first moved into the house, and at first, Kay hated her, but liked her all the same. She was annoying as hell, always touching things and making noise, but it shifted the attention of the abuse from her, onto the new girl. Now, Holly could be reasonably blamed for a broken television remote or running out of soap in the bathroom. Even when it wasn't her fault, like it had never been Makayla's, her father would blame her, and beat the girl. To this day, Makayla still feels bad about never stepping in to stop the physical abuse, and then the sexual abuse when that started, but she couldn't. If she did, it would have been her receiving the beatings, and she just knew that she couldn't do that. It wasn't her job to take a beating for a kid she owed nothing to... That's what she tried to tell herself, at least.

She just tried to focus on herself. She went to school, did pretty well given the circumstances, and during her senior year, got into a state college where she could have moved out and dormed there, and potentially started a whole new life, away from all of this mayhem. She couldn't do it though. Even though it would have been financially manageable with loans and financial aid, she just couldn't bring herself to accept the offer. However, she knew that this life wasn't for her, and spent one year at her community college while working part time at CVS before her father and Holly's mother were incarcerated. It all seems fuzzy, reflecting back on it. Police tape covering the apartment door, people in hazmat suits walking in and out, her father's face being shoved into the dirt outside as his hands were cuffed behind his back. Running a drug lab in an apartment building kitchen is nothing to laugh about, and Makayla feels like justice was served for her father... but not for her. She'll still never get her childhood back, and the end result of the arrests was that she somehow accepted custody of Holly, had to drop out of college to work to support them, and then ended up losing the apartment when she couldn't afford the rent. So, they ended up on the streets. Sort of. They moved into Manhattan where Makayla did her best to make friends with people who would let them sleep on their couches, but she couldn't find any work in the city that allowed her to stay with Holly after school too. That's when she turned to prostitution. She did it while working part time in retail, and for a while, that money was the money that was really supporting her. Of course, the profession was more than degrading, dehumanizing, and depressing, but what other choice did she have? Thankfully, things have slowly gotten better, with her obtaining a night job at a gentleman's club in the city as a cocktail waitress, that, along with a couple of days a week as a cashier, is getting her by. That's not to say that she doesn't work the streets when she needs the money now and then, but, it's a lot less frequent than it was. If she has anything good to say about the profession, though, it would be that the connection she made with the building manager, who happened to be one of her "johns", led to her being able to make an arrangement with him where in exchange for some "favors" on her end, he would let her stay in the building for a reduced rent rate until she could get on her feet.

Height:
5'2

Weight:
100 lbs

Face Claim:
Jhene Aiko

So begins...

Makalya Wright's Story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“You don’t need ice cream tonight,” Makayla said gently, shaking her head and scrunching up her face as if the turned off look would somehow convince Holly that dessert wasn’t a good idea. As the eating habits on this trip proved, Makayla wasn’t very strict with what Holly ate (because she had exhausted those efforts by now), but she also knew that sugar this late in the night wasn’t a good idea. She could already tell that Holly was getting tired, and she didn’t need sugar getting into her bloodstream and pushing her into that weird tired-yet-energetic wired state that always left Makayla with a headache from dealing with it. It didn’t surprise her at all when Holly tried to suggest that Brooklyn come back to the hotel with her, only because it confirmed that Holly was tired. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t want to go back alone, or with Makayla, and miss out on the fun that socializing with other people would have, but Makayla didn’t expect Brooklyn to actually agree to go. She didn’t even know if she wanted Brooklyn to agree, because she didn’t know if she would feel comfortable not being the one to bring Holly back herself. Leaving a sixteen year old in a hotel room alone for a few hours wouldn’t have been a big deal at all to most people, but obviously, Holly was different. Makayla felt like she would need to go over rules, like how Holly needed to stay in bed, or how if there was an emergency, she needed to use the hotel phone to call her cell phone immediately. She couldn’t help but to wonder what would happen if there was an emergency. What if someone saw Brooklyn leave her in the room alone, and tried to break in? What if she somehow turned on the stove and started a fire? What if she slipped and fell and couldn’t get to the phone to call for help? It was that maternal instinct in Makayla that always had her envisioning the worst possible scenario, and she knew it was silly.

She knew she was overreacting, and that especially on a night like tonight, where Holly truly seemed tired, there was no way that she was going to get out of bed once she was in it. She told herself that maybe giving Holly a little bit more independence would be good. She would give her this one chance to act her age, and see if it worked out, because when it came down to it, Makayla knew that it would benefit her just as much as it would Holly. It wasn’t like she wanted to go walk back to the hotel, probably killing ten or fifteen minutes in that walk alone, and then have to deal with her homebody-instincts kicking in and convincing her that she should probably just go to bed too. She was on vacation, and she deserved to live a little and have some fun too. Brooklyn’s intentions seemed pure enough, she decided after looking the girl over for a few long seconds. “If you don’t mind taking her back, I’d appreciate it, but I can go if you wanna stay here and hang out,” she insisted to Brooklyn. The talk of being drunk among the others had her glancing down at the glass of wine in front of her. It was nearly empty, but in her defense, it was the only drink she had ordered. Most of the others were multiple drinks in, but without even comparing to them, she was still completely sober. The prospect of getting drunk tonight excited her, but she wasn’t going to go overboard, even if not having to pay for her own alcohol made her consider it. "And if she does walk you back, that means that you're going to get dressed, go to the bathroom, brush your teeth, wash your face, and then get right into bed. You can watch TV until you fall asleep, but that's it. I don't want any trouble from you, okay?"she said quietly, as she turned back to Holly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chanel's encouragement, while still catching him off guard since it was over the simplest things, was actually appreciated and managed genuine smirks on his part. He was still entirely sober, as far as mental states went, which was why he wasn't so talkative, even after the drink he'd had during dinner. There was no question that Roman wasn't the biggest guy where girth was being measured, but he was pretty tall and had a questionably large appetite and drinking threshold to match. Of course, that probably went without much surprise. He still was enjoying observing the girls' antics, namely Chanel who was--thankfully--becoming more funny than she was annoying. He did want to enjoy tonight, and he wasn't going to stay sober and glower the whole night, but he couldn't get that excited unless he was in familiar company or he was already too far gone. As the current situation held, neither of those criteria were met, so he was still relatively the same. Brooklyn also wasn't present to be an enabler or challenge him into participating more than he would on his own, plus he was in no real rush to get wasted. Not yet at least. He was completely content with just hanging in the back for now, drinking here and there, and going with the flow. And as quiet as he was being, like usual, he wasn't entirely uncomfortable. When the shot he'd just taken started taking effect, he was sure he'd feel even more relaxed.

Roman's face was towards his phone once, reading Brooklyn's most recent text about there whereabouts. He'd completely ignored her request for a photo since he wasn't nearly drunk enough for that, even if Chanel, for instance, was. For a second, he had considered tapping her on the shoulder and gesturing with his phone, because he was confident she was the last person in the group to question such a thing, but she busy leaning into Makayla, arm around the girl as she went on about something seemingly wonderful, if the smile on her face said anything. Perhaps he was so unusually comfortable, despite the setting, because this was going as well as he expected. Chanel being the Chanel of the group, the girls being super enthusiastic about drinking, and him and Collin hanging back. It wasn't his ideal setting, but this wasn't totally unfamiliar either. Cara not only talking to him, but suggesting they take shots together, was where the expectedness stopped. Roman was half-ready to look behind him to see if there was someone else behind him she could be talking to, but thankfully he kept himself from doing so, instead choosing to narrow his eyes at her for a second before moving to the seat beside her, a small amused grin upon his face. "I was going to be polite and not bother you," Roman said, his eyes back to the menu. He would continue to say that since Cara had initiated the interaction, he was now more inclined to bother her, but he figured that much was implied given his tone of voice. Of course, he also didn't need to say that was being serious either. At least not entirely. "3 Agaves Añejo," he told the bartender.

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When the bartender came with two shot glasses, placed in front of either one of them, Roman slid Cara's in front of himself, gesturing the number two to the bartender. "You should know better than to challenge a Brit at drinking," he said, his voice suddenly lighter. It was definitely a stereotype, but it was one that Roman could confirm and wasn't at all ashamed of. Back home, alcohol wasn't nearly as stigmatized, as evident by the lower legal drinking age, but it was really more apparent in daily life. By this age, drinking wasn't as new to him as it was someone like Chanel, for instance, who definitely didn't wait until 21 for her first drink, but was still enjoying the legality of it at 22. That was possibly another reason why he was actually enjoying just being observant, because it was both intriguing and amusing. Roman wasn't an asshole about it, though, because getting drunk was still fun, but the giddiness and rush of it all was past him. By the time he was sixteen, his father was letting him have whiskey on occasions. "Had my first sip when I was ten. Nearly coughed my lung out." The bartender was, again, quick with the next two shots. Roman grabbed the two limes that accompanied the drinks, and the sangrita, setting them aside, his gaze now challenging as well. While there was a mutual dislike among the both of them, at least on Roman's part, a good chunk of those feelings were rooted in a need to one up the other. The two were both arrogant in their own right, and Roman even giving the time of day to debate with her was because of that. So him eliminating the chasers wasn't just to be daring, or to enjoy taking the shots less, but because he was sure Cara couldn't handle it, and it was apparent in his subtle, brash smirk that he thought this. "Don't be a baby," he said, sliding the two glasses towards her.

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Location: Epcot
Outfit: This (Minus the sweater)
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
Cara didn't really know why she had decided to include Roman, or address him specifically. She could have continued to ignore him, while enjoying the night with just Chanel and Makayla, since she was keen on ignoring Collin as best as she could too. The alcohol in her definitely had something to do with it, but with his challenging remarks, she decided that she didn't regret engaging with him. He was snarky and cheeky, but in a way that seemed enchanting in the moment. Normally she would have rolled her eyes or made a nasty remark to him, but tonight, she found herself feeling more eager to indulge in their banter. "And I was drinking Grey Goose out of the bottle and doing cocaine with Paris Hilton in the bathroom of 1 Oak when I was like fifteen. No coughing up lungs involved," she responded, feeling weightless enough to not care about the social implications that normally would have come with admitting something like that. It was definitely a fun fact, and one that she felt was superior to Roman's (which was the only reason why she shared it), but normally, Cara was conscious enough of her image to not want people to know that she used to be far more reckless than she was now. She had been a very rebellious teenager, and living in New York City, and having money and connections to an exclusive world, meant that laws didn't really apply to her. She was never carded when she showed up to clubs with the right people, and those same people could get her into VIP sections of clubs where laws and rules literally didn't exist. It was one of the best examples ever of how money could allow you to live in an entirely different world than common people and though it sounded cool, and maybe even enviable in theory, Cara (or at least a sober Cara) cringed at many of the memories like the one she just shared. It was why she would never directly admit to being as big of a party animal as she was at one point. She currently preferred the more low key, classy and off the radar image that she was sporting.

She watched with some impression as he downed two shots as if they were nothing, and though she was smiling down at the two glasses that were slid her way afterwards, she knew that there was no way that she could take two more shots of tequila without vomiting in the next thirty minutes. She couldn't back down entirely though; not when she had been the one to challenge him in the first place, so though she initially paused as she glanced unsurely towards the limes that Roman had pushed aside, she mentally said 'fuck it' and tossed one of the shots back. The way that she didn't end up coughing or feeling like the liquor was threatening to come back up after it was down made her feel dangerously confident to try the second one too, but she knew better than to do that. Then again, the fact that she poured half of the shot into the now empty glass, somehow rationalizing that she could handle half of the second shot but not a full one, spoke to the fact that she wasn't thinking completely straight, but also that she didn't want to give Roman anything more to gloat about than necessary. She tossed that half of a shot back, feeling less of a burn than the first two. Even if she wasn't feeling the effects immediately, she knew that what she had done wasn't the smartest thing. "You can save that half for Brooklyn. I'm sure she's told you we like sharing things," she said, wearing an impish grin of her own as she pushed the glass towards Roman.

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Had this not been an impromptu, totally unnecessary competition, Roman would have been inclined to give Cara some applause after downing the first shot without much fuss, on top of holding it down. He couldn't force back the smirk that grew as she took half of the second shot. He wasn't going to outright admit that he'd underestimated her, he wasn't even going to acknowledge the possibility. Instead, Roman was going to focus on the fact that technically he was still right, even if it was by a small margin. It probably seemed irresponsible on both ends, but in a more negligent way on Roman's part for even encouraging Cara to take three shots back to back, especially of such a notoriously disastrous liquor. While Roman was guilty of going out of his way to undermine the girl from time to time, he wasn't that much of a jerkoff to try to sabotage her in that way. He knew good and well what he was asking her to do, and that she wasn't as dumb as he liked to think she was. He reasoned that either way, he came out 'winning' because she'd either know better than to do it, and she'd lose to her own challenge, or she'd be dumb enough to take it, for lack of a better way of putting it. His liver wasn't so hardened to where three shots of tequila had absolutely no impact on him. In a little while he'd surely have a nice buzz, but he held his liquor pretty well, and it took more drinks and willpower on his end to really get to where he needed to be. Satisfied with the things had turned out, his face was still conspicuously boastful as he began to take the remainder of the tequila leftover. Cara's remark, however, caught him off guard, and he choked on the liquid, needing to cover his mouth before he accidentally spit it out. He coughed a handful of times, the burn of the tequila hitting him the wrong way.

"Not in so many words," he muttered as he resisted the urge to down the sangrita, just to flush his throat out. He could feel his face was warming up, and he knew it was showing on his face, so he tried harder to hold down the urge to cough more. When he couldn't do so, he cleared his throat as nonchalantly as possible. Any gloating he had the right to before had gone down the drain, surely, and while he doubted his reaction was Cara's intention, he took it as a cheap shot, but all in good fun. "You know you're going to be spewing in the next half hour, right?" he said, sliding the sangrita back towards her, no longer needing to shield it. He wasn't a fan of sangrita himself, but more as a tactile distraction, he sipped on his own. He leaned in towards her, not wanting to raise his voice over the crowd of people, not anymore than he already was doing. But also because he was decent enough to understand the slip up on her part, and what fun would it be to advertise that before he got his due? Of course, he'd have more fun with it later when she was sober and less tolerable, but even now he couldn't help himself. "Cocaine at fifteen?" he inquired, his voice both impressed and in disbelief. "You know you can't say shit about me from now on, right?" The look on his face revealed the implications behind his words. It wasn't as much a threat as it could be if he really wanted it to. But right now the banter wasn't to anger the other, so his tone was playful, if not still challenging. "Now when did you get so dull? Because I don't even know if I believe you. I'd like to think you're not that much of a hypocrite."

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Makayla smiled, though she raised her eyebrows slightly, at Cara's suggestion that they make this their new thing, where Brooklyn would watch Holly sometimes so they could have a night out. It didn't sound all that bad, especially since Makayla was enjoying herself tonight getting to socialize in a setting that was appropriate for someone her age in the first time in what felt like forever. Still, she would obviously never follow up on that. Partly because she knew that Cara was somewhat joking, partly because she knew that Brooklyn would laugh in her face if she asked her for a favor like that (or ask her for a ridiculous amount of money in exchange), and mostly because she was far too considerate to expect anyone to babysit for her just so she could go out and get drunk. She still, even to this day, felt guilty about leaving Holly with Cara so often, but she knew that that was something she had to do out of necessity. Socializing was probably something that was necessary for the betterment of her mental health, but that wasn't something she could use as an excuse to rationalize asking someone for a favor.

Makayla felt like the burn in the back of her throat must have been ten times stronger than everyone else's, because though she didn't choke on the shot going down, she had to suck on the lime for a good minute before it subsided. She didn't mind the burn, only because it wasn't too sharp of a burn, and that meant that it was decent liquor, and she was ready to start feeling tipsy since she really wasn't yet. Makayla wasn't someone with a low-tolerance, because her stress levels sometimes pushed her to downing a bottle of cheap wine in a night on her worse days, and she always tried to keep at least a little vodka in the apartment for those really bad days, but she was also small in stature, and didn't drink very, very regularly, so her tolerance was in a normal and expected range. She knew that one shot of tequila wouldn't leave her stumbling and slurring her words, but she knew it would make her feel a lot more comfortable, too. Even if she knew she wasn't going to feel wasted off of one, she was surprised when Cara insisted on doing another. She seemed to count her and Chanel out before they had a chance to respond, and instead, turned to Roman, who, as Makayla watched with wary eyes, ended up ordering Cara two more shots of tequila. Her eyes widened, half with amusement and half with surprise, as Cara nonchalantly mentioned something about doing cocaine in a bathroom with Paris Hilton as a teenager. It was definitely unexpected because Cara didn't seem like the type to be that wild, but then again, cocaine was the rich man's drug, and it fit that rich, no responsibilities, "we're too pretty for you" crowd that Makayla always associated Cara as being a part of. "Giiiiiirrrllll, you better get your friend before she hits the floor, either by those shots' will, or by Brooklyn's when she gets back if she keeps talking like that," she said, sporting a grin that was still there out of a mixture of amusement and surprise as she looked to Chanel. "And you better get your sister," she said, turning to Collin, referencing the bold reference that Cara had made to her and Brooklyn "sharing" Nick. "Because I get the feeling she's about to be trying to share a bed with Brooklyn tonight too, if it means he'll be in it." She kept her tone playful, because she wasn't trying to anger Collin or make him feel uncomfortable, but even if the flirting was subtle, she was sure that Cara never would have interacted with Roman soberly like this. She had to be one of those girls who became flirty and more open after a few drinks, and if she was like this now, Makayla had half the mind to guess aloud that she would be on her knees by the time those shots hit.

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Hex Code: #1BB3F5
Cara didn't doubt that those shots were going to hit her harder than she wanted to within the next fifteen or twenty minutes, but she was already intoxicated enough that she wasn't worried. She was in too much of a good mood; feeling light and giggly as she shook her head at Roman's claim that she would be sick sooner than later, and then asking about when she had gotten so boring. "I'll be fine," she insisted, turning her head to look towards the bartender as she continued to speak. "I ate enough earlier, and-- Excuse me! Can we get some chips and water?" she said, growing impatient as she watched the bartenders tend to other people. Normally, though she would have remained feeling impatient, she would have at least waited for them to finish tending to the other customers before waving a hand to interrupt them for her own order. Sober, it was still Cara's world and everyone else was just living in it, but she could keep that mentality subdued and to herself for the most part. Drunk, it shined through loud and clear that she couldn't fathom that anyone else could be as important as her or the people she was with. Although she wasn't entirely rude and obnoxious at this point, still too cheery and smiley to come across as being bitchy, it was a side of her that was bound to come out before the night was over -- if she lasted even remotely near that point.

"And I never became dull," she corrected him, giving him a pointed look, though still, she was smiling. "Unlike you, I grew up," she explained, though she had to continue to add, "Plus, there's a big difference between cocaine and meth and the other trailer park stuff you use." As always, she had no evidence or proof that Roman was into the drugs like meth, heroin, and so on, but it was a running insult that she liked to use against him for no good reason. "You're not a true New Yorker if you've never done coke, let's be real," she insisted, momentarily realizing that she needed to rationalize admitting to doing drugs, though still feeling thoughtless enough to not realize that she wasn't exactly making herself look much better. Cara wasn't the type of person who would normally admit to doing drugs, and doing it in Disney World made it all the more worse. Feeling like Roman was "winning", in the sense that he was getting to her head, she ignored him sliding the sangrita towards her in favor of taking a small sip of the water that the bartender had brought over with the two bowls of tortilla chips. She turned her head back towards the others then, feeling like she needed better influences in her conversation since she was getting herself into trouble with this one. Just then, she managed to hear Makayla's words to Collin and Chanel, and she frowned playfully at them. ""Shhhhh," she said, tossing a hand dismissively in Makayla's direction. "Brooklyn and I are friends!" she continued energetically, though even with how she was feeling, she couldn't keep from laughing at the statement. She didn't respond to the part about sharing a bed with Roman, because she hadn't heard enough of what she had said then, to really feel the need to feel offended or respond. On top of that, her mind space wasn't as clear as it normally was, so she probably would have struggled to think up a good retort about how Roman could only dream about a scenario like that. "Or we will be after this trip! Chanel's gonna woo her with her personality and convince her that she can stop being such a bitch to me," she explained, as if it was the perfect plan.

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Chanel was distracted enough by her own self-importance and good time to notice the peculiarity of Cara and Roman's interaction that seemed to be going mildly smooth. The fact that they weren't clawing at each other made it easier for Chanel to miss a good chunk of the interaction. So when Makayla referenced Cara needing supervision by her, she didn't immediately catch on to the fact that she was talking about her friend. It was only when she followed her eyes and looked over her shoulder that she saw the two mingling. It was impossible to resist a quizzical brow raise as she tucked her chin in in disbelief, and modest interest. She caught sight of the two empty shot glasses, and having not seen the whole exchange, she only assumed that Cara had taken both shots. Chanel's chest was still warm, the burn lingering even after downing her sangrita, but it was a good tension. That could have had something to do with the fact that she wasn't so taken aback by her talking to Roman, or her seemingly taking two more shots back to back, but she also wanted Cara to have a good time. Chanel wanted everyone's energy to match hers, because while she had no problem being the rambunctious spotlight tonight, it was never fun when you were the only hype member of the group. Seeing the barriers fall, and so early in the night, was pleasing to her.

She was, however, not trying to stir the pot with the playful shade being tossed around. Cara's last comment involving Brooklyn being a bitch was a double edged sword, but she figured half-disagreeing was better than cheerfully nodding along and indirectly calling the girl a bitch. "Chanel's gonna go dancing because she's not drunk enough for this yet," she said, the remainder of her sangrita raised in the air as though she was offering a toast. "Chip, please." She leaned towards Cara, opening her wide grin. She leaned up then, her eyes now on Collin. She pumped her cup to point in his direction. "You. Why are you so quiet? You look like you could use another shot." She grinned devilishly before turning to Makayla for backup. "Doesn't he?" Drinking exacerbated preexisting traits, or revealed dormant ones, and Chanel was no exception to that standard. Her general low attention span was halved, as everything was three times as intriguing, the ideas coming and going through her head part of the rush in it all. "I'm going dancing," she announced, collapsing the cup to the bar like a gavel. She stood up, tugging Cara's hair some. "You coming or are you too busy flirting?" She teased, even if she didn't believe that was what was really happening. "Aww, come on. Don't be shy," she cooed when she saw Roman awkwardly tighten his lips and roll his eyes. "I think she's pretty too, it's okay." Ever the impatient one, and still easily distracted, she left her offer on the table, not waiting for anyone. There have been times when Chanel danced by herself, and they didn't bother her as much as some people. When she turned around and saw Collin in her path, simply by way of being collateral damage, she pulled him by the sleeve. "Let's go. You too, Makayla!" she called over her shoulder.