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Roman Killens

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

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R O M A N K I L L E N S



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Birth Name:
Roman Eugene Killens

Nicknames:
Roman
Killens

Age:
23

Date of Birth:
December 22

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Job:
Street fighter
Pizzeria Employee
Day trader

Origin:
London, England [0-18]
New York City, New York [18-present]


ImagePersonality:
| Quiet | Non-confrontational |Relaxed |Irritable |
Roman is a relatively simple guy who, enjoying his own company, keeps to himself. He doesn't mind hanging with other people, especially those he's closer too, but he's typically high on something when he is socializing which makes people more endearing than he would think them to be while sober. Because he has tendencies to bottle things up out of a want to avoid conflict, he can be quite passive aggressive. He prefers to mind his own business and expects others to do the same when it regards him, so he's a very private person. He's not completely cold, and can sometimes even be rather flirtatious if he's in a playful mood (or in a heightened state). Even then, he doesn't really do commit and prefers to just live life day by day, as that's what he's been doing since being on his own. He finds that doing this is most calming for him and prevents him from stressing out as he has tendencies to do.

He is easily irritated, mainly when he's dealing with a bad crash, or just if he's in a bad mood. When he's like this he can have a rather smart mouth or just close off as a whole. He doesn't like when people bring up his substance abuse problems, as he refuses to believe he has one. Should it ever come up in conversation, he gets rather defensive. Apart from his uneven personality, flaws and all, he is generally a rather nice person. He can appear somewhat standoffish because he can be so quiet to the point of coming across as rude, but when he cares about someone, he does so in full. He never intentionally goes out of his way to cause someone harm, although when he does end up hurting someone, he doesn't necessarily do much to fix it either.

Likes:
| Getting high | Casual Sex |Candy |Naps |Puzzles |
Roman loves sweets. While his tough and dark exterior might suggest the opposite, he has a big sweet tooth and consumes more sugar than he should. His favorite type of candy is chocolate anything, mainly Reese's Cups. He also really likes Red Vines, mainly because they don't have them back home. When he's not earning cavities, he likes to sleep and watch television. He enjoys drinking alcohol and smoking cigarettes and weed, activities he tends to partake in especially when waiting for the next high. While Roman can get overwhelmed by people easily, he does like walking around the city and sitting in parks, enjoying the weather. He will usually do this if the apartment is starting to feel to small or if he just needs to get out to breathe some fresh air. Because the coffee shop is right across the street from the apartment, he frequents there a lot to appreciate the atmosphere and maybe even a nice dessert and a cup of tea.

While he doesn't really like doing much of anything, just from being worked too hard as a child, sometimes he gets angsty if he sits still for too long. While some of things he does to get rid of this feeling might be questionable and/or illegal, a lot of the times he'll frequent the gym. Exercising is one of the few laborious tasks that he doesn't mind doing, especially since he has to keep up with his physique what with being a fighter. In exchange for the janitorial work he does for handler, he gets some work out time and does his best to utilize that time whenever he can. And although he wants nothing to do with school, he still enjoys giving his mind a little workout from time to time as well. He likes going through puzzle books like Sudoku and solving crosswords.

Dislikes:
|Confrontation |Crashing/Bad trips |Expectations |Failure |His addiction |
He can find someway to dislike anything depending on his mood. Mainly pesky sounds and loud people are the things that bother him the most. He doesn't like people who are constantly bringing drama with them or who are openly confrontational. One of the major things that gets under his skin is when people bring up his addiction. He chooses not to acknowledge, somehow reasoning that if he pretends it's not a problem, it really won't be. No matter how false he knows this is deep down, he still attempts to hide it as best as he can, because even he doesn't like knowing that he can't control himself. Although a lot of (trivial) things can bother him, he'll never really address them and instead tends toward passive aggression. That being said, he doesn't like being confronted about issues. Roman isn't one for commitment or sentiment, not because he has anything against either, but just because they make him uncomfortable a lot of the time. He also doesn't like being asked about his past as he refuses to address it himself. To do so would bring up internal problems he's yet to solve, and is not ready to do. He does many things to distract from this, and one of them is by avoiding complication when he can, whether that means avoiding people or situations. This can make him come across as disinterested, and while sometimes it might be true, most of the time it's due to his not wanting to make a mistake as he hates messing up, even though he knows that he's currently doing nothing to benefit him.



Due to his being born in a well off family, he was already destined to have a successful future. The fact that he turned out to be somewhat of a prodigy seems as if it would have helped him even more. It was clear before he even started school that he was exponentially gifted. Throughout his childhood, he was pushed to win and achieve nothing short of greatness. He was fueled by good marks, competition, and high expectations. By the time he was ten, he was already enrolled in university courses and before he had his driving's permit he was doing independent research at the collegiate level.

Despite his apparent success, he was really only valued for his talent and therefore associated his worth directly with it. As soon as he faltered even the slightest, he would internalize that perceived failure. His parent's distant but tough relationship did nothing to better the situation and in fact helped lead to a multitude of problems for Roman as a kid that led to a few mental breakdowns. Instead of sending their child to a therapist, they instead medicated him, thinking this would subdue the problems. By the time he was eighteen, he was nearly burnt out and full of a lot of resentment towards himself and his family. After quitting the PhD program he was enrolled in (by the choice of his parents), he moved to New York, simply to get out England and because he had relatives who lived there. He only stayed with them momentarily before moving out on his own.





Height:
6'2

Other:
Lots of tattoos
Many bruises

Face Claim:

Ash Stymest

Hex Code:
#11519E

So begins...

Roman Killens's Story

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It didn't take too long for Brooklyn to make it back into Epcot, but she probably could have gotten there quicker if she wanted to. She preferred a casual walking pace tonight; something that felt foreign for someone so used to the bustle of New York City streets. She was more tired than she had let on to Holly, and for a few minutes in the hotel, she had considered just getting into her pajamas and going to bed too, but she wasn't that tired. She knew that laying in bed trying to fall asleep would be more painful than just returning to Epcot and trying to have fun, and after throwing in the possibility that Holly would bother her for hours to come if she didn't actually fall asleep, she knew that sleeping so early wasn't an option tonight. She made her way back leisurely, appreciating how though the air had cooled off since daytime, it was still warm and enjoyable, especially compared to the weather at home. She didn't feel as buzzed as she had earlier, though she still felt a minimal presence of alcohol in her system. She wasn't craving alcohol in any severe way, but when she passed by a kiosk in Germany, she stopped to get a beer that she finished and threw out just as she walked into the big pyramid in Mexico.

Even before she found the others, she assumed that they had to be at least a few more drinks ahead of her, but once she arrived in the tequila bar inside of the pyramid, she was sure of it. No one was lying on the floor passed out which was a good sign, but the mere fact that they were still in the tequila bar after Roman had responded to her ten minutes ago or so, suggested it in itself. It looked like they were all getting ready to leave, with Collin signing off on what she presumed to be their bill. Although it would have been expected for her to gravitate towards Roman, and she planned on doing so, she stopped by Makayla first, who was sitting at the bar a few feet from Collin, seemingly inhaling the last drops of the margarita in front of her. Though Brooklyn raised her eyebrows and a small smirk crept onto her face at the sight of it, she opted against calling Makayla out on it. The girl deserved to get drunk more than all of them, probably. "Your baby is safe and sound in bed," she said, sliding onto the empty bar stool beside the girl. "She only had one request, and that was that I don't let you, Chanel, or Cara get drunk," she continued, eyeing the girl's empty glass more obviously now, "But maybe I'm too late with that warning?"

She impulsively stood up rather abruptly then, making her way back over to Collin, who seemed to be laughing to himself. Brooklyn didn't know that he was still amused at Chanel's antics from a minute or so ago when they finished dancing, and decided that they should move on to their next location, but she probably wouldn't have cared anyway. She didn't know Chanel enough, and hadn't interacted with her enough personally, to find her as entertaining or endearing as the others did, and understandably, the fact that she was one of Cara's good friends didn't help the cause. Surprisingly, she didn't even look around to see if Cara's was watching (since normally she would have only done it to irk the girl) before running a hand through Collin's hair and stroking it seductively as she peered over his shoulder. "Looks like I missed a lot of fun," she whispered as her eyes scanned the bill. "Hopefully you saved some energy for me for tonight."

Collin hadn't noticed Brooklyn coming in, partly because she had done so discretely, but also because he was still laughing to himself about Chanel. Per her insistence, he had relaxed and the tequila shot kicked in fast enough that that played a role too, and he found himself able to enjoy himself whenever he didn't look his sister's way. When he started to crave another drink, he suggested to the others that they keep moving and get drinks, or go on a ride, elsewhere, and they seemed to be okay with that. It was only as he was signing off on their bill that Brooklyn suddenly appeared on his side, with her touch and warm breath against his neck making his body feel stiff, yet in a good way. Or at least it felt good physically. He knew that showing Brooklyn affection, especially with Cara drunk, and especially now since everyone was finally getting along and he was actually having fun with Chanel, could only end badly, because Cara would probably freak out, and Chanel would agree with Cara that he needed to be outcasted for feeding into the drama, and so on. At the same time, Collin was a pushover, and saying no or acting coldly towards anyone wasn't something that he was comfortable with doing, so as one might expect, he smiled somewhat awkwardly and shook his head. "Of course not," he answered, his grip on the pen tightening even though he had finished signing his name. He didn't know what else to say, or if he was expected to say anything else at all, but luckily Brooklyn took his awkwardness with a grain of salt, or actually, with a feeling of amusement and accomplishment as her lips brushed against his cheek lightly, before she pulled away and walked back towards where she had seen Roman. "I knew you were a liar," she said, referencing his text where he had claimed he was having fun. "But luckily for you, I'm here now, so you can finally abandon that resting bitch face you like to wear, because I've earned enough good karma today to get drunk on my future father-in-law's bill," she continued, purposely being careless to who heard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Even though she had stopped drinking since the three shots of tequila hours earlier, Cara was still feeling drunk. It was a wonder that she had managed to actually survive that, especially since at one point after leaving the Mexico pavilion, she had spent a few minutes in the bathroom contemplating whether she should just force herself to throw up or not, because her stomach felt so uneasy that she was certain that she was going to end up getting sick anyway. Thankfully, those feelings had somehow passed, and after buying water bottle after water bottle, and eating a giant pretzel, her buzz was still alive, but the sickly feelings that had come with her stupid decision earlier had passed. She was now sure that her body was ready for more alcohol, even though she probably still didn't need it, since she could definitely still feel the alcohol that was still in her body. It allowed her to feel more relaxed, but also more in-and-out, in the sense that she was zoning in and out of what was happening around her. It was pretty typical of how she got when she had way too much liquor, or way too much liquor in a short amount of time, because while she could be a fun, sociable, and energetic drunk when she had just the right amount of alcohol, anything past that and she was the friend who would disappear from the club, or bar, or party, and finally answer your calls three hours later letting you know that she had, for whatever reason, ended up on the other side of town and didn't know how to get home. Group settings were more dangerous for her, especially when she was in this mood, where she didn't need to be the center of attention and was in her own world, where it would probably be less likely for it to be noticed immediately if she wandered off, but luckily, she had managed to remain with the group as they continued throughout the night.

Though she was more drunk than she wanted to be, she was content, and satisfied enough with how the night was going that she had no objections to the course they were taking. It was only after Collin and Chanel had actually left the group that she seemed to process what had just been said, though she didn't realize that her reaction to it was delayed. "Don't tell my friend what to do," she said to Brooklyn, disregarding the fact that Chanel had not seemed to interpret Brooklyn casting her away as coming from ill-will. "She can be such a bitch," she muttered, nudging Makayla more obnoxiously than intended, as if she expected the girl to roll her eyes at Brooklyn just as strongly as she was. "And you aren't getting Chanel anything. I'll buy her a shot. I'll buy everyone a shot before I let you," she continued, addressing Brooklyn once more, with her voice suddenly growing more bitter than she had sounded all night, as the alcohol in her convinced her that Brooklyn was trying to one-up her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Despite it being around noon, Collin was only just catching up with the group at Magic Kingdom now. His hangover had been brutal, at least in his terms, and he just couldn't bring himself to get out of bed before everyone else left. He was now showered, with his headache dulled out by Advil and copious amounts of water, and was feeling somewhat human, though still sub par. And that was only physically speaking. Mentally was a whole other story, and even worse than how he was feeling physically. He remembered every detail from the night before, and though in a way, it still made him jittery to think about the unexpectedness of what had happened with Chanel, he was also sober now, and that meant that he realized how consequential his actions could be. The hardest part about all of this was that he didn't know what Chanel would remember, if it meant anything, or if he should ever even bring it up again. He pondered the possibility of pretending that he didn't remember a single detail about the night and had blacked out, and maybe if he didn't actually like Chanel on a friend level, and this had just been a random close-to-hookup with some random girl, he could have done that, but he didn't want to lie. Even as he approached her, Cara, Makayla and Holly by one of the bathrooms, he didn't know what he was going to say, but he knew that he had to say something, if he could get her alone for a minute. God forbid Cara happen to overhear anything about what had happened the night before, and Collin knew that he would be flown back to New York in a casket. "I'll be waiting out here," he mentioned, as they neared the restrooms. He had no need to go in himself, and though he was tempted to go across the way to a kiosk selling drinks and ice cream to buy something, there was an empty bench in between the doors for the men's and women's bathroom, so he sat down there.






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Although Brooklyn and Roman had begun their day with the rest of the group, after a few rides, Brooklyn had insisted that she and Roman split up from them. Relaxing on the railroad train that rode throughout the park seemed better than standing in like for the Winnie the Pooh ride that the others were obviously only going on for Holly, and though she had shut her eyes for the duration of the ride throughout the park, she would still say that she enjoyed it. Once they had circled back to where they had started, she and Roman got off, and though she did text in the group chat to find out what the others were up to, her attention drifted as they found themselves in an area with lots of gift shops. Brooklyn was definitely a shopper, but not so much for trinkets like the things Disney sold. She liked high end things that would deplete her bank account after just purchasing one item. It was a bad addiction, but one that she wasn't interested in breaking. Even if she wouldn't be so recklessly impulsive in Disney, she was shopping on Cara's dollar, so it was all the more inclination to go into the stores whenever something caught her eye in the window. "Pick something out that I can give to you for Christmas," she said to Roman, as they entered one of the stores. "Do you drink coffee? What about a mug?" she asked curiously, picking up a teacup that was shaped like Chip from Beauty and the Beast. "This is cute, you should get it for me."

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The worst symptom Roman had woken up with was Holly's annoyingly exuberant voice. Other that that, his night and morning had gone relatively smoothly. He was pretty keen with today because he wanted to see the castle, but he let Holly emit all the excitement. Roman was a pretty stoic figure, but he did feel like he was inputing effort to look happy or something related, only to find out he looked the exact same. Putting in the necessary effort to display a smile felt forced to him, so he more or less always looked the same even if he didn't feel that way. "You'll just skip over my birthday then?" he said, which came only three days before Christmas. He'd never been one of the many children who had their presents doubled for both holidays, and the concept was still strange to him. He didn't understand that many families couldn't afford two huge celebrations back to back like that, or even if they could, it just wasn't that economical. Now that he was an adult, he didn't care that much to begin with. He didn't really do big birthday bash's or anything, but if someone came to him on Christmas with a present saying happy birthday, he would correct them. Roman stuck his tongue out in disgust. "You know I hate coffee," he said, taking the Chip mug from Brooklyn's hands to inspect it. "I drink proper tea." After he finished observing the mug, he held onto it, his indication that he'd get it. Obviously not with his own money, but still. "How do you know I don't already have a Christmas gift for you? We all know I'm the better friend, so it makes the most sense."

In many ways, that statement was probably true, but in a lot of other ways, it also wasn't. Roman wasn't being at all serious, just looking for another way to tease her, but given what happened last night, it did remind him. He was a relatively heavy sleeper, but sleeping sober was always difficult for him, and sleeping in a different environment also disturbed him some. It wasn't so bad last night that he didn't feel well rested, but when he'd gotten up to go to the bathroom, he'd noticed how absolutely still Brooklyn was. "You sleep like a damned mummy. You wouldn't wake up so I had to make sure you were still breathing," Roman said, sounding more annoyed than he actually was, if only to mask the fact that he had actually been concerned. Granted, when he did ultimately see that she was breathing, he wanted to smack her across the head for being such a stupid sleeper, but really it was embarrassment for himself. Most friends weren't so odd when it came to showing actual, non-abrasive care for one another, but they were clearly different, and Roman was already not a very sentimental person. It was one of the reasons he meshed well with Brooklyn, especially with her being a girl and girls tending to be super touchy. He fingered through some more trinkets, thinking then that he might get something for himself. Just something small since flashy displays weren't his thing, and he was the type of person to think that having one of the Disney shirts would be just that. "Are you just wanting to shop all day?" he said, his face clearly judging. Roman wasn't looking to go all out for really any of the parks, mostly because he was definitely too old to enjoy every last feature as this park was clearly geared towards the children. His list was short and too the point, perhaps boring by some standards, but he did want to participate even just a little bit in some Disney-related activities."Because I will force the Disney spirit into your cold, materialistic heart and make you wait in line for Mickey."

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"Excuse you," Brooklyn said, frowning at him. "I'm obviously the better friend out of the two of us. I already have your birthday and Christmas gifts purchased and wrapped, and clearly, the same can't be said about you," she said, pointedly looking at the cup that Roman had seemed to accept he would be giving to Brooklyn for Christmas. It was true, but it didn't necessarily represent her being a better friend. For one, Brooklyn had more money than Roman, so it was easy to buy things ahead of time. Secondly, she had some form of a shopping addiction. Not to an extent where she was one of those people ordering a thousand items a day off of QVC, but she liked shopping more than a normal person. It was an example of retail therapy at its finest, where even if she didn't need anything, if she was feeling stressed out, even at two or three in the morning, you could find her carefully browsing through the aisles of Duane Reade, tossing shampoo or snacks into a basket as if she really needed them. She especially liked spending money on things that were unnecessarily expensive, because tossing money out the window like that allowed her to feel like she was more secure in life than she really was, but she would often compromise for any form of shopping. That was why she easily could have spent over an hour in this gift shop, the Emporium Shop, which was the biggest one in the park. Even if she didn't have a car to put the window decals that she was looking at on, if she was in the right mood, she could convince herself to buy them. Roman's comment about spending the entire day shopping was the only thing that snapped her out of that mood, and only because she wasn't going to let him gloat over being right about something. Even if now she was going to limit her time there, she wasn't necessarily ready to leave yet.

"I want to do Disney stuff too," she insisted, though the way that her fingers were flipping through a rack of sweatshirts then, suggested otherwise. "But Mickey will be waiting for you and the rest of the five-year-olds who are dying to meet him when I'm done here. Pay for that, and then text the others and see where they're eating at, or go find me one of those turkey legs they're supposed to sell somewhere here. I heard they're good," she said, not trying to sound demanding, but more so trying to get him out of her hair, and give him something useful to do instead of badgering her. She could have put her shopping off for a little while, or until the end of the day at the park, since the gift shop was on Main Street, which they would pass on their way out anyway, but she simply didn't want to do that. She was in the mood to spend money that wasn't hers, even if her experience the night before with Cara had been decent enough that she didn't detest her as strongly at the moment.

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Roman knew Brooklyn was simply bluffing. She was too prideful to admit that she was wrong, and he'd be sure to point that out when she gave him a wrapped popcorn box. She was right, though, that he didn't have a present picked out. He would just ask her what she wanted, but he hadn't gotten around to it yet, and quite frankly, didn't want to. He did want it to be a surprise somewhat, meaning he did care enough to want to get her something she'd like, but at the same time, he wasn't about to splurge on something like that. He knew she wouldn't ask him to get her something she really wanted, and she didn't seem like the person to just want shit she actually had no desire in. Even if she had wasteful spending habits, it wasn't like she was a hoarder or anything, looking for something to hold onto. Roman cringed at the turkey leg request. He'd seen a few people eating them and thought they looked like vultures. "That's fucking disgusting," he mumbled. "It's like you want to die before you're 30." While he wasn't going to do any of what she'd just requested him to do, once he took a second glance at her, it was clear she wasn't wrapping up anytime soon, and he was getting bored. Food was always nice entertainment, so at the very least, he'd grab food and perhaps come back to hurry rush her.

Roman looked outside the window and caught sight up a stand selling churros, and decided promptly afterwards that he now had a taste for the sweet treat. "Okay, well, I'm about to eat my hand, so I'm going to get a churro." As he headed to the register to purchase the cup, it might have seemed like he should have offered to bring her back something, but he planned on doing that anyway. Not even out of the sheer kindness of his heart, but because even if he did ask, she'd probably say no, and then end up picking off of his churro. Outside, he waited in the queue, figuring he'd also buy some water. As he waited, he saw a flash of bright hair and did a double take. When he saw it was Holly, he was initially confused, but he didn't think anything of it. He figured the group must be close by because no one would be so reckless as to let Holly off alone by herself, or to let her get too far off on her own. The irony there, of course, was that he was essentially doing that same thing. The line shifted upwards, so his attention was redirected once again and he focused instead on whether or not to get chocolate dip.

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Even as Holly got farther and farther from where she came from, it still didn't occur to her that she was actually lost or disconnected from the group. She was too preoccupied with the parade that was beginning, and that had her hurrying between groups of people in a hope of reaching the source of it. It would have made sense to just do what everyone else was doing, and find a spot on the street to stand and watch the parade in a stationary form, but Holly was too excited, and standing still wasn't her forte. Still, it would have made more sense for her to at least follow the parade in the direction that it was heading in, instead of chasing it towards its starting point, but in her mind, she had already seen the beginning, so she wanted to see what she hadn't seen yet, and that was all in that direction. As she headed down Main Street, she happened to pass by Roman, who was standing by a food cart. In the midst of everything though, she didn't process it right away, for if she had, she probably would have stopped to speak with him (and in turn, probably saved everyone a lot of time and energy in looking for her). "That was Roman!" she said aloud, laughing to herself, though at no point during her connecting the dots of seeing him, and realizing that it was him, did she actually stop. She was a good few yards away from him, and continuing forward with her back to him when she said, "Hi Roman!", so between the distance, the fact that a crowd was already beginning to close the growing gap between them, and how music was playing as the parade started, it was quite likely that he hadn't heard her.

It was only once she reached the beginning of Main Street, near the park entrance, that she realized there was no where else to really go. All of the parade was streaming down the street now, so it made sense to turn back, but rather than remaining on the side of the street that she was originally on, she crossed over, disappearing into the new mass of people on the other side. Her attention still remained on the parade, because even if she had been watching it as she chased its origin, there was still so much to see that she wasn't bored of it yet, but as she passed by the Main Street Confectionery, the sweet smell of sugar lured her into the candy store. To say that she was in awe of what she found inside was an understatement. She was tempted to request an Olaf decorated candy apple when a woman came over to ask if she needed help with anything, but luckily, she read that it was an apple and realized that that wasn't something that she would enjoy. "I think my sister would be mad if I got any of these yet, because we're getting lunch first," she explained. Thankfully, it was kind of a thing that Disney workers were more pleasant than others, because the woman remained smiling and engaged as Holly continued, "But I do need a water for my friend Chanel. She lives in the same apartment as me, and while we're here, we're sharing a room. Her, me and my sister, Makayla. Chanel's the tallest one in our apartment, and she loves water more than anything else on earth, and if she was going to be any animal in the world, it would be a giraffe, because they're tall and eat leaves, and she loves eating leaves when they're turned into juice. But right now we're only letting her have water, because drinking her green juice is just going to keep making her sick. Well, actually, she was drinking alcohol and that's why she's sick, but it's fine. She's not an alcoholic. She's actually really nice," she concluded. Obviously for someone who didn't know Holly, that was a lot at once, and the way that the woman's smile faltered in a way that was barely noticeably, and she looked at Holly with a bit of skepticism, as if she was trying to figure out if there was something off or not. Holly didn't give her much of a chance to react though, before she pointed to a fridge of waters behind the register. "So, just one water, please! Actually two, because I'm thirsty too!"

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As Cara began her search for Holly, she had half a mind to text Collin and continue to reprimand him for his stupidity in losing her. She would be the first to call him idiotic, or irresponsible, or thoughtless, but she knew that in reality, he was pretty decent. He had always been fairly mature and responsible for a boy his age, and he had always been good with Holly when he happened to be home when Cara had her over. In her mind though, that only made it all the more worse, because he couldn't claim that he didn't know that something like this would happen. That still wasn't fair, because it just as easily could have been Cara getting distracted and Holly disappearing in a sixty second window, as it was him, but that wasn't something that she would admit. It would have been most logical to use all of her energy to help find Holly, but it was just in her nature to want to use some of it to cast an intense shadow of blame on someone else. It was a character flaw for sure, and one with little reason behind it in situations like this, because it wasn't like she was trying to focus the blame on Collin to rid herself of it, since there was no way that she could be placed at fault in this situation. She just did it to make him feel bad, with no gain for herself, really.

After looking inside of one gift shop led to unsatisfactory results in finding Holly, Cara continued through the park, popping her head into smaller shops as she past them, since with how loud and noticeable Holly was physically, it was usually as easy as taking a quick glance inside to realize she wasn't there. After a few minutes of walking, though, she found herself in what was arguably the most busiest area of the park at the moment, since Main Street was currently flooded with people who were clumped together on the sidewalk, watching a parade that was occupying the street area. Cara could only pray that one of the others were on the verge of texting her that they had found Holly, since she felt like finding her in this mess would be an impossible task. Just before she approached The Emporium gift shop, she spotted Roman standing at a churro chart that she was about to pass, and she stopped. Grabbing a hold of his sleeve, she yanked him abruptly to grab his attention, and to also signal that she was in a hurry and wasn't in the mood to play around. "Holly's missing, and you're going to help me find her," she demanded. "You can satisfy your munchies later," she added, having to throw in some drug-related dig, as she pulled him away from the line.

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After he'd redirected his attention from Holly, he'd all but forgotten about her. He was briefly distracted by the crowd and the parade happening nearby. The sidewalk was a crowd of people aiming to gaze at the parade, which provided enough of a distraction to make the line go by. He considered texting Brooklyn about it to see if she wanted to check it out, and tell her to text the others about lunch, since he wasn't trying to do that, but he ultimately decided against it. Knowing she wasn't going to get out in time to see anything, nor was she going to rush her shopping since it didn't look like she was close to done. By the time he was second to next in line was when he felt someone yank him from the line. "Hey, what the hell?" Clearly on the defensive, he luckily recognized it was Cara before he reacted too soon because he was close to shoving her off. Roman opened his mouth, a slew of swears on the tip of his tongue, but he knew better than to speak with such vulgarity when so many kids were crowded around them. He shooed her hand hand off then, catching onto what she'd just said. "What do you mean she's missing? I just saw her," he said, with so much seriousness in his voice that it was clear he had no idea that he'd just missed his chance at finding her. Of course, he couldn't be entirely at fault since he had no idea and figured Makayla would be the one to watch her, and being Makayla, wouldn't let Holly get lost, especially in a place like Disney.

After a second, though, when he looked back to point to where he'd just seen Holly, he noticed Cara was alone and the others weren't anywhere in sight. Roman glanced back at Cara, his gaze clearly daring her to say something smart since he'd finally realized the whole story. "Shut up," he warned preemptively. In a truly Roman manner, which was only exemplified since he was hungry and ever so rudely pulled from his treat when he was just seconds from it, he moved his annoyance onto Holly. It was a known fact that Holly wasn't a normal teenager, and while Roman wasn't as sweet and thoughtful to Holly as Cara and Chanel for instance, neither was he very mean to the girl. Surely he came across as more abrasive compared to others, but he wasn't good around kids to begin with, and Holly was essentially that: a kid. It was even weirder because she was nearly a legal adult and here she was getting lost in a child's theme park. What he really wanted to say was how stupid could you be, but, in a wise move, he elected against using those words. "Why are you freaking out over a sixteen year old being on her own? How do you lose a teenager to begin with? Let her get lost. She'll learn her lesson. Besides, she talks too much for anyone with half a brain to want to kidnap her," he said, peeking over the crowd in search for another food stand since he wasn't at all interested in going Amber alert mode for Holly. He pulled away just long enough to send Brooklyn a quick text.

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they lost the kid. fucking idiots

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Though he had already told her to shut up, the disgust on her face was the first signal that she absolutely was not going to do that. Obviously Roman couldn't be blamed for not thwarting Holly's adventure up until this point, because he had no way of knowing that she had gotten loose from the others, but to Cara, it seemed like common sense. If you saw a puppy running around the streets with no leash on, wouldn't it be simple math to conclude that someone had accidentally let it out of the house or the yard? "You just saw her? How stupid can you be, to just see her running off alone and think that's normal?" she snapped, shaking her head at the stupidity of it. "I'm freaking out, because anyone with a brain would know that Holly's not a normal sixteen year old. For one, Makayla's too cheap to buy her her own phone, so even if she was a normal sixteen year old, it would be impossible to find her right now. Secondly, even if she had a phone, do you know how much trouble Holly could get into on her own? By now she could have climbed the fence to Thunder Mountain chasing a butterfly, and is about to be run over by the roller coaster, moron." She sighed as if this was a lost cause, which Roman was in her mind, and she was tempted to just storm away from him, because apparently, he didn't have enough brain cells to be of any help to her. It was only because he had claimed to have just seen her, and one glance around at the crowds indicated that any lead right now would be better than nothing, that she opted against doing that.

"Since you almost killed me last night," she continued in a matter-of-fact way, a great exaggeration, and her way of connecting the dots since that entire time at the tequila bar was a foggy memory for her, "And now Holly's blood is nearly on your hands too, you better find her." She glanced in the direction that she had seen him looking in when he said he had just seen her, though obviously, there was no sign of her now. "Which way did she go? You lead the way, and while we walk you can think about all of the other great parenting methods that you can implement on your own future kids, once they get out of juvie and all," she added, further invalidating his outlandish suggestion that they just let Holly get lost, as if that would really "teach her a lesson". She would be dead before any lesson could be taught, Cara convinced herself of.