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Sydney Persson

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a character in “Gossip Girl: Senior Year”, as played by StarStruck

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Name:
Sydney Grace Persson

Nicknames:
Syd | Queen Bee | HBIC

Age:
17

Birthday:
February 10

Hometown:
New York, NY

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Character Role:
The Queen Bee

Residence:
Here
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Family:
Sydney's immediate family consists of her mother, Elizabeth "Liza" Persson and her father, Stefan Persson. She has no siblings, something that she often disliked as a child, but has grown accustomed to now. Her relationships with both of her parents are strained, but in different ways. She and her father get along quite well, but he works endlessly, and therefore, Sydney only sees him a couple of times a month, really. Her mother is at home far more often, and the two of them butt heads quite frequently. Her mother struggles with alcoholism, and though it's something that she has always managed to keep under the wraps publicly, to protect her family's image, she has a tendency to drink heavily in the privacy of their own home, and her drunk side is closer to being verbally abusive than it is maternal and loving.

Home Life:
New York has always been Sydney's home, and as the only child of one of the wealthiest men in the world, she definitely fit the definition of a child who grew up with New York being their playground. From a young age, she was taught that rules didn't apply to you if you had money. If you life dealt you good hands when you were born, and you ended up popping out of the right womb, you were set for life, or at least given a head start that most of the world didn't get. Although her life isn't all sunshine and rainbows, there's no denying that Sydney has had a lot handed to her. Her kindergarten tuition was equal to the cost of some college tuition, and her nannies had her fluent in Swedish by the time that she was five. She had vacation homes scattered across the globe and traveled to more countries by the time she hit puberty, than most people would see in an entire lifetime.

The opportunities that Sydney was granted, just because of who she was born to, were endless. Many people living on the other end of the financial spectrum would imagine that that alone would be enough to give anyone a perfect life, with no complaints, and yes, Sydney is very aware that she's lucky. At the same time, things were never perfect for her, and she became aware of that at a younger age than she would have liked. She was only around eight years old when she became aware of her mother's drinking problem. A lot of people will turn to the bottle after a traumatic event, and while Liza didn't grow into an alcoholic because she lost a parent or a child, or anything that dramatic, finding out that her husband had been cheating on her with various women was enough to kick start her bad habit. It didn't help that her family history also included a few alcoholics of its own, but Stefan's infidelity was definitely what started the nasty habit that would quickly grow into an uncontrollable illness. Sometimes, at dinner parties with close friends, guests might notice that Liza would drink a few more glasses of wine than she should, but for someone with such a big problem, she did do a good job at keeping it hidden from the public. Her reasoning behind it was that she had already failed enough, by being cheated on.

While Stefan was a businessman, the CEO and founder of H&M, Liza had left behind her journalism career when she decided to get married and become a mother. Her career and purpose, in her mind, was now to be a perfect upper class housewife and to her, being cheated on signified that she had failed at that. The last thing she needed was for the rest of the world to think of her as a drunk too, and so she did a pretty good job at maintaining her composure at social events, and only getting blackout drunk at home, or after those parties. While it saved the family's public image, Sydney often felt the wrath of her mother's intoxication at home. Liza never became physically abusive but she certainly wasn't kind when she was drunk. It was often then, during those late night drinking binges when she would criticize Sydney for any and every thing. Her hair wasn't brushed straight enough, or the answer to a trivial question she had given an acquaintance at the dinner party hours earlier wasn't polite enough. She wasn't befriending the right people at school, or she wasn't a grateful daughter. Even at such a young age, Sydney had a level of self assurance and confidence, to a point where if these insults came from a classmate or stranger, she wouldn't have been bothered. However, hearing it from her own mother, and one who had particularly always been very kind and doting before the alcohol kicked in, made it different. It forced Sydney to become more insecure of herself, at least when it came to criticism being given to her by people she actually valued. It shaped her personality, and being very sensitive or at least attentive to criticism that her friends and family give her is something that still affects her today.

Her parents are still married to this day, and though Stefan swears that he hasn't cheated since Liza uncovered the affairs years ago, Sydney isn't quite as convinced that this is true. Still, she maintains a better relationship with her father than she does her mother, but that also might be because her father frequently travels for work, so they just have less time to butt heads. Her relationship with her mother is far more rocky, and that's one of the major reasons why Sydney values her social life, and the praise she gets socially, so much.

Academic Career:
Sydney isn't just a pretty face, and that's something that she has always prided herself in. She isn't naturally a genius, but she's just someone who won't settle for being second best. She's not going to be the school's valedictorian, but she's not too far from those ranking at the top of the class, and she's never received less than an A in any of her classes. She studies harder than a lot of people, and she's willing to admit that certain things don't come to her instantly, but her dedication to her academics is admirable. Additionally, Sydney participates in the school's Student Government Association, though she does not hold any leadership positions there, and is the captain of the tennis team.

ImageBad Habits:
Seeking vengeance | Holding grudges | Spreading rumors | Overreacting and acting ruthless | Disregarding other people's feelings

Hobbies:
Shopping | Reorganizing her closet | Going for runs | Traveling | Yoga | Studying | Modeling

Likes:
Hot chocolate ❀ Disney World ❀ Fashion ❀ Traveling ❀ Australia ❀ Money ❀ Her family's Hamptons home ❀ Shopping ❀ Black tie events ❀ Her friends ❀ Constance Billard ❀ Brown University ❀ Paris ❀ White chocolate ❀ Baking ❀ Margaritas ❀ Vanilla scented things ❀ Pearl necklaces ❀ Lilly Pulitzer ❀ Power ❀ Praise ❀ Achievements

Dislikes:
Spray tans ✘ Pigeons ✘ Subways ✘ Cigarettes ✘ Power outages ✘ Traffic ✘ Clingy guys ✘ Gaining weight ✘ Fast food unless she's drunk ✘ Watching sports on TV ✘ Cats ✘ Beggars ✘ Being dismissed ✘ Milk ✘ The Midwest ✘ Orange juice with pulp ✘ Black coffee ✘ Valentine's Day

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Personality:
Sydney exerts a level of confidence that has always made it difficult for her to not do well socially. She believes that it's easy to convince people that you're better than them if you truly believe that yourself, and it's a motto that's proven to be pretty successful for her. She isn't afraid of speaking her mind or voicing her opinion, even if it is an unpopular one. She doesn't mind public speaking, confrontations, or publicly humiliating or ruining someone who has done her wrong. She has a reputation of being heartless and cold, and it's not exactly a lie. In order to maintain her spot at the top, Sydney has learned that she has to set an example for people who think that they can steal her crown. Cross her, and you're going to die... at least socially. She doesn't like to be tested, and though she thrives on competition, she thrives on it in a sense where she likes competition that she knows she's going to win. It can be a tight race, but she has to win at the end of the day, if it's a competition that she's actually invested in. If she wants the crown, she's going to get it, and playing dirty isn't above her.

While she has a reputation of being a bitch, and she honestly doesn't mind that, she is protective of her friends and will stand by them. She's fairly controlling of those in her inner circle, but a lot of this is a result of her living by the "you're judged by the company you keep" saying. She feels like the people that she associates with represent her, and even if she knows that they're amazing people, they have to look and act the part of the elite when they're with her. This definitely allows her to look superficial, and it is superficial, but that doesn't take away from the genuineness of the friendships. Sydney is loyal to her friends and will protect them with every ounce of energy she has. Growing up in The Upper East Side, she knows that it's hard to find true, genuine friends who can be trusted with everything. There are tons of social climbers, opportunists, back stabbers and fakes among the bunches of girls who attend prep schools and even though Sydney is at the top of the social charts right now, she is still somewhat cautious around some of the girls around her. That only means that those who she are close with, are basically family to her. She never had any siblings growing up, so her close friends are the closest things to sisters and brothers that she has ever had, and she treats them like family.

Her rise to the top of the social ladder probably seemed like an easy climb, and Sydney likes to act like it has been, in order to assert her dominance over people, as if there was no question that she was cut out for the position. Realistically, though, she's a human, and being involved in the rumors and drama has always been draining to her, too. She stands by her claim that that she's too classy to ever physically fight anyone, but that doesn't mean that her claws don't come out in a verbal sense. Her calm and collected front seems to disappear when she's pissed off and she's known to insult people below the belt. It's not uncommon for her to start vicious rumors about girls and guys who she feels like have wronged her. The violation can even be slight, something that the person thought was a playful joke, but if you catch her on the wrong day or in the wrong mood, she has the capability to take it very personally and react ten times more offensively than the offense warranted. Although her position at the top does give her a lot of power, it has also caused her to be somewhat paranoid. When everyone knows your name, there's always someone talking about you and Sydney always fears that someone's going to spread something about her that will cause her to lose all of her friends. She knows that it's a silly fear, especially now that she's a senior and she's maintained her power for this long, but especially coupled with the insecurities that she feels over her mother's growing verbal abuse at home, it's hard for her to not worry sometimes. With this in mind, Sydney's actions always seem to be calculated. Whether it's something as simple as inviting a weird kid to one of her parties or purposely talking to someone else's boyfriend, her actions usually serve a bigger purpose than what they seem on the surface.

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5'10

Weight
130 lbs

Hair Colour:
Blonde

Eye Colour:
Blue/green

Other:
Her ears are pierced once each, and she has no tattoos.

So begins...

Sydney Persson's Story

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Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Vincent Mast
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With all that had went down between herself, Vincent, and Lexi years ago, Sydney still didn't feel completely comfortable in the presence of both of them at the same time. It wasn't a noticeable change in her personality, really, but unless she was in a very relaxed mood, she just disliked the energy between the three of them as a trio. She recognized that it wasn't even blatantly awkward. Alex didn't do anything to make her feel horrible, and Vincent was usually on decent enough behavior that he wouldn't make provocative comments to her, in the same way that he still sometimes did when they were alone. Rather, it had something to do with Sydney's conscience. Whether she would admit it or not, she still felt immensely guilty and bad for what she had done to Alexandra, and then even more so, for how sometimes she could convince herself that she didn't regret doing it. It was a weird back and forth, between her mind reminding her to be a good person, and then the colder side of her kicking in, where her emotional self-preservation told her that she needed to "stand her ground", in a sense, and not feel guilty, because that side of her refused to admit that she was at fault for anything.

In addition to all of that, though, as had been demonstrated a few minutes before with Katherine, Sydney was also simply in one of her moods today, where she didn't really have patience for any interruptions. That was why, while Alex maintained a friendly demeanor (and was Sydney just being paranoid too, in wanting to say almost flirty, too?!) with Vincent, Sydney shot him an unimpressed glance, as if he were wasting valuable minutes of her time with his foolishness. "And I'd expect better from you, too, Mast. You should know by now that if Alexandra and, or, myself wanted Berlin to be the chosen destination, it would have ended up as the chosen destination, no matter what any of you had to say about it." Looking to Alex now, as if that were the definite end of their conversation with Vincent, she ran a hand through her hair and said, "I'm in the mood to play in the park today. Good with you?" She had to go home and change first, which was fairly inconvenient given that their school was located right on the edge of the east side of the park, so it would take only ten or fifteen minutes to walk to the tennis courts on the west side, rather than having to drive fifteen minutes home, and then another fifteen minutes to the court. It was a necessary stop, though, and given that she and Alex lived literally a minute away from each other, it wasn't like they had to make an extra stop for Alex to change, too.

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Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Ricardo Slim-HelΓΊ
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Location: St. Jude's School for Boys - Library
Hex Code: #858585
Outfit: School Uniform
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"Damn, someone's feisty today," Vincent remarked, taken back a bit, although he probably shouldn't have been. He was well aware that Sydney had a bit of bite in her. Alex had it, too, though luckily, she didn't seem to be eager to show it today. When it came down to it, it was that attitude and independence that the two girls shared that made Vincent attracted them to begin with, so he couldn't say that he was turned off by Sydney shutting him down so quickly, even when he had only come over with platonic, friendly intentions. Though it may have been evident that he was caught off guard initially, it didn't take long for a smile to fall comfortably back on his face, as he addressed Alexandra now. "You better take her to get something to eat, Lex. You women always seem to get cranky when you're hungry, so I'll leave to two of you be until then," he said, as his smile turned into more of a smirk. He offered the two of them a two-finger salute to signal his departure, and looked back at Clifford briefly, but continued out the door when he saw that he was still with Brent. He had read Ricardo's text message by then, but since Cliff was in the group chat too, he didn't feel the need to wait for him to pass along the message. If he wanted to hang with Rick, he could join in later. If not, then oh well. Clifford had a tendency to do his own thing a lot of the time, so Vincent wouldn't have been shocked if they didn't hear from him again until the school day started tomorrow.

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Pizza Bench? Craving their vodka pizza

Vincent sent Ricardo a text in response, confirming his interest, and sharing in the other boy's expressed hunger. Though he would be fine with anything, not being too much of a picky eater, he had been craving a specific pizza from a local pizzeria all day, so that was his first suggestion. Once he was outside, it wasn't hard to spot Ricardo, and he grinned at him upon arrival. "Too busy getting ass to come to that meeting, huh, Slim?" he inquired, though it was done in a manner that almost seemed proud, rather than judgmental. "You didn't miss much, though. We pulled through on Paris."

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To say Alexandra was unaware of the tension that seemed to be always present whenever she found herself alone with both Sydney and Vincent is an unfair assessment. She was very much aware of it. Despite not many of their classmates, and the most important ones in the know being of their very close inner circle, knowing that there was even a love triangle of some sort in the past, they knew. Even though Vincent (and his mother) tried convincing her that it was only sex back then, and Sydney herself had added that it was drunk sex at that, Alex and the insecurities she tried not letting have a voice concluded that there had to be something there prior to drinking for them to fall into bed together, especially because Vincent wasn't a lightweight. And Sydney usually had more control than that. So did the blonde need the alcohol to assuage herself from any guilt in acting on her attraction to Vincent from when she was sober? Had Vincent always secretly wanted Sydney, since Alex had introduced them? Had Alex always not been good enough for one more person in her life? With all of those kinds of thoughts in her head all this time after the situation had been handled, she couldn't not be aware. Each and every time. But it seemed today that she was in far a better mood than Sydney, and a traitorously smug part of her contributed it to the fact that she was in a good or at least semi-good place with Vincent and perhaps Sydney wasn't, because Alex wasn't the snappy one today.

Alex's eyes widened upon Sydney's retort to Vincent and though she gave an amused smirk to his acknowledgment of Sydney's fire, it pales in comparison to the much more genuine smile she had had on her face for him when he first appeared. She did nod when Sydney mentioned the park, belatedly acknowledging Vincent's parting words as Alex's eyes darted between the blonde's unreadable expression and Vincent's departing (and still very attractive, as her mind supplied) form. "Yeah, I'm good with the park. After being stuck in classrooms all day, I can use all the fresh air I can get," she replied with a small grin, purposefully linking arms with her friend as they headed out of the library. Alex fixed Sydney with an assessing gaze, eyes roving over the girl's striking face, before she continued, playfully, "And as much as BAMF Sydney is my favorite queenie aesthetic of yours cuz obviously it's straight fire, you okay today, babe? Do massages need to be apart of this game plan? Cuz you know I'm always down for that."

Sydney was only forced to really evaluate her mindset when Lexi made a verbal note of her behavior, in the nicest way possible. Sydney could get like this for no reason at all, because she did have it in her personality to be sharp and unrelenting. However, there usually was a reason behind it. Some days she had just had a stressful round of classes, or maybe her mother had said something to her that had rubbed her the wrong way, or it could have been as simple as her having a headache. While she could be harsher than necessary, normally, Sydney did a good job at remaining uncaring towards the public. She acted like things didn't bother her, and that people were not even important enough to garner a reaction from her, because to her, emotions equated weakness. When people saw her snap, like now, she felt like it automatically signified that she was being pushed too far, and that her patience and tolerance for something was dwindling, or like she was going to break soon. It wasn't a look that she liked wearing, but since it had only been one comment to Vincent, who was an ass enough of the time to deserve it (and she wasn't going to consider her comments to Kat as being of her fault at all), she wasn't going to get worked up over it. Tennis would cure the stress that she was feeling, since luckily, the stress that she had within her wasn't major, and wasn't over anything specific, really.

"I'm fine," she said, nodding confidently in confirmation. "You know I don't like people wasting my time. I just didn't have it in me to let him talk away precious minutes of our time, when we have a lot on the agenda for the afternoon." Even if the girls went separate ways after tennis, and didn't check off any of Alex's pre-party errands off of the list, Sydney had other things she could get done. She had to finalize her own costume details, work on two papers, and later that evening, engage in a conference call with her father and her agent. There were other reasons for why she didn't want to spend too much time with Vincent, yes, but Sydney was most comfortable with using time as the excuse for why she had been curt with him. It wasn't like that was a lie, anyway.

Alex's left eyebrow twitched upwards, a brief sign of skepticism before she allowed Sydney's confirmation of her mood to assuage her. She wasn't going to push it, she reasoned. She herself was having a pretty good week, aside from that argument she had had with her mother on Tuesday about production rates and sales. Her birthday party was going to be great and totally fun. She was going to have a rather chilled birthday dinner possibly with family friends (and her ex-boyfriend and first love, but that was beside the point), and probably another with her grandfather. There was no need to stress herself out. She didn't have to believe the blonde, but if Sydney said she was good, Alex was going to go with the flow and be good too. So, she beamed at Sydney's response and followed her friend into the town car with no hesitation.

After she and Alex slid into the back of the black town car that was waiting out front, Sydney put on a more comfortable and fitting smile, as if entering the more intimate space of the car allowed her to suddenly drop a front she had maintained all day. "You know, Kat's actually been putting in effort lately when she plays me, so my competitive nature is even stronger than when I last played you. I hope you're bringing your game today, Lexi. I don't need you wasting my time, either," she teased.

Alex was situating herself in the seat, checking her Louis Vuitton for her phone charger since she had a habit of leaving it plugged in an outlet during school hours, when Sydney spoke again. The brown-skinned girl perked up, smirking as she exclaimed dramatically, "Pfft! Since when have I ever not brought my A-game? Never, that's when!" She insisted. Turning back to her bag briefly, Alex spotted the chord for her charger and closed her bag in satisfaction, pulling her phone up to see both the notification from Gossip Girl and Lottie's text about it. Frowning, Alex glanced at Sydney and declared on a sour note, "And once again, our favorite gossiping bitch is back at it again." Of course, this was stated before Alex actually read Gossip Girl's post. Gossip Girl was Alex's secret guilty pleasure. While she could sound disinterested, unimpressed or just plain bothered by the blog's existence, she could not read it every time something was posted, even when she knew certain secrets. She didn't know all and it wasn't like she wasn't displeased when she saw posts of herself, but who really could hate something when it was always so juicy? Then again, she wasn't necessarily enthralled with this post considering it included herself and Vincent, particularly when she thought she had been friendly. There wasn't anything to read from their interactions, right? Unless someone was privy to their text messages - especially some of his drunk ones - there shouldn't have been much of anything to speculate about. Not to mention how briefly uncomfortable if made her, considering she was reading the post in the car with the very person who helped ruin her and Vincent in the first place. So, Alex tried brushing it off, opting to not respond to Lottie yet, as she joked, "You'd think that for a bitch who spends all of her time writing about things that have nothing to do with her, she'd at least spell-check at this point in the game."

"I wouldn't call what you always bring to the court 'A-game', but then again, I guess you and I have different tennis standards," Sydney responded, including a very dramatic and playful innocent shrug of her shoulders with the comment that had made Alex shoot her a playful glare in retatliation. Though her trash talk was only playful, tennis was Sydney's sport, so she did get competitive when it came to it. Like polo, horseback riding, lacrosse, golf, and sailing, tennis fell into that same "rich man's sport" category, where if you had money, you had probably taken lessons or played on a team in one of those areas. Sydney's parents had always pushed her towards tennis, with two stand-out reasons being that her mother was great at the sport, and that their summer home in the Hamptons had its own private set of courts. Sydney became accustomed to practicing there daily, with a private instructor or her mother, throughout the summer, and as a child, she spent at least two or three afternoons at their private tennis club in Manhattan, practicing. She liked the sport because she simply enjoyed it, but more-so, because she was good at it. Better than good, even - she excelled at it. That was why she made it to the competitive varsity team as a freshman, was a co-captain of the team as a junior, and solo captain this year. Fittingly so, she preferred playing as a single than a double, since she wasn't much of a believer in the whole "there's no I in team" motto, but regardless of how the sport was being played, her goal was always to win. Luckily for her, she rarely missed that goal.

When the Gossip Girl blog was brought up, Sydney only cracked a smile at Alexandra's scathing remark about the writer's spelling. She was definitely more interested in reading what was up now than she seemed, as she only relaxed further back in her seat as her driver continued through the busy streets of New York. She didn't reach for her phone, that had been tossed into her bag a minute before, and she didn't even ask Alex to read the post aloud for her. She cared about the words that had been written, because for one, most of the time, her name was included somewhere within them, and secondly, because Sydney liked to fact check her own gossip there. She heard tons and tons of gossip from her many sources, but even if she wanted to deny it, it was hard to say that Gossip Girl didn't seem to know a lot. Sometimes, more than even Sydney herself did, and though that was never okay with her, and often left her feeling unsettled, she also appreciated having one extra informant in her circle. Even if it was a very public informant. She would read the post, but not until she was home and didn't have anyone (even one of her closest friends) there to construe her reading the post as her caring too much (because yeah, Sydney was that against seeming vulnerable).

"Okay, she's a bad speller, and her post coincidentally goes up at the same time as our newly-discovered secretive best friend leaves the room. I'm not claiming to be Sherlock Holmes, but maybe our Kitty Kat was hiding more than just her summer time secret all along. I'm not saying that there's a lot of obvious evidence that Katherine is Gossip Girl, but there wasn't a lot of evidence that she was as sick as she was either. Maybe she's this good at being secretive, and she's been playing all of us all along," Sydney suggested, only partly teasing. It definitely was a stretch to say that Katherine was Gossip Girl, but then again, when it came to this blog, it seemed like no one was safe from the accusation. Plus, Katherine had thrown both of her best friends for a loop this summer, when she disappeared without notice, and eventually, Sydney and Alex found out that she was away getting help for an eating disorder. While Sydney knew that she should have focused on feeling bad for Katherine following it, she couldn't help but to think more about herself, and how ignorant she must have been to have missed something so major, in her best friend's behavior and life. Rather than blame herself for not paying enough attention, it made her feel better to believe that Katherine was simply extraordinarily good at keeping secrets - at least when they revolved around her own identity.

Alex's mouth dropped open at that and she had half the mind to text Katherine and say that they needed a mandatory triad meeting because as much as her brain automatically came to Katherine's defense, and adamantly refused to believe that Kat being Gossip Girl was a possibility, she couldn't help but consider it. Of course, that would be giving the brunette far more acting chops than even Charlotte and that would be saying something considering who between the two of them was actually involved in theater. "Don't do that to me. You know how paranoid I can be and I pretty much deserve brownie points for even admitting that," she insisted, pointing a finger at Sydney, not even able to hide the surprised smile on her face for actually semi-considering Sydney's playful accusation. "Besides, if Kat really was Gossip Girl, she'd deserve a fucking Oscar because baby girl would have had us both fooled. Remember when she literally cried for two hours because Gossip Bitch talked about her being white girl wasted?" Alex decided then and there that she was going to cut the idea of Katherine being Gossip Girl out of her head. It was too stressful, she didn't want a headache, and Katherine wouldn't do that to them. Especially without telling them first. She did lie about this summer, was the traitorous thought she had to shake away just as they pulled up outside of Sydney's building. Opening the door, Alex glanced over at Sydney while saying, "Change and meet in 10? Prepare yourself, Persson. I don't want you getting too sad when I whoop you out on those courts." Grinning, Alex grabbed her things, winked at the blonde, and headed out of the town car. Luckily, their buildings were only one minute walking distance, giving them both ample amount of time to comfortably enter their apartment buildings in lieu of changing and meeting again to play tennis at the park.

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Location: Central Park - Tennis Courts
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Thankfully, Sydney's apartment was empty when she got home. She was relieved of this only because she didn't feel like encountering her mother at the moment. She didn't need to hear comments about the imaginary bags under her eyes that only her mother seemed to be able to see, or how she had an attitude problem for saying hello in a tone that was somehow not pleasant enough for the woman's liking. There were days when Sydney caught Liza in a good mood, and their interactions were actually positive, but Sydney had a feeling that today wasn't going to be one of those days. Before leaving for school that morning, Sydney found her mothers heels, keys and purse were scattered on the floor in the foyer, and though she hadn't seen her mother then or the night before to witness it first hand, she didn't have to. She had seen similar scenes enough times to know that that meant that her mother had had too much to drink at whatever charity event, or party, or dinner date with friends, that she was at the night before, and was probably still incredibly hungover. Even now, at almost four in the afternoon of the next day. Drunk Liza was probably the worst version of her mother in terms of harsh and unnecessary comments, but hungover Liza wasn't too much better. When Sydney headed into their home now, her mother's belongings were no longer scattered on the floor, but that didn't necessarily mean that the woman was out of the house, probably nursing her hangover with a hot yoga class or day at the spa. Their house cleaning staff came every other day, so it was quite possible that it was them who had cleaned up her mother's mess. It was only when Sydney actually headed upstairs and saw that her parents' bedroom door was open, and that no one was inside, that she then knew she was alone. She knew that it was sad that things had gotten to a point where she actually preferred being alone and lonely, than having a stable family, but that was something she didn't like to think about. After all, emotions weren't Sydney Persson's strong suit.

It took her little more than ten minutes to ditch her school uniform and books for a new outfit, and her tennis bag. The outfit was one that she had trouble deciding on, and only accepted when she saw that time was running out in terms of her promise to meet Alex outside in ten. She knew that she would ditch the sweatshirt in favor of just wearing the black sports bra she had underneath almost as soon as they hit the court, but it was a fine outfit for the time being. In perfect timing, her car pulled up just as she spotted Alexandra outside, and she waved her over to it. "If Katherine and I didn't already have your birthday gifts wrapped and ready, I would just give you a chance at winning today as my gift to you. Oh well, I guess," she smiled playfully.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Persson," Alexandra responded dryly, her Monreal London bag on the ground between her feet as she finished tying herself her curly hair into a bun. It was in its natural state now and considering she was getting her thick locks straightened on Saturday, she figured an early wash after their bout on the tennis court wouldn't hurt so much, especially considering the deep conditioning she was planning. The top half of her Monreal London dress was hidden by her Saint Laurent jacket, though like her friend, she was bound to take it off upon reaching the courts. Much like Sydney, Alex was used to the silent sound of loneliness and in a way, it was self-inflicted. After years of either neglect or criticism from the woman who birthed her - and in contrast to the overall brighter and seemingly optimistic caricature she presented to her peers - why stay where she was honestly unwanted when she had a choice to be elsewhere? Her grandfather immediately disagreed, but Alex's mind was made up. She might have more nights alone in her penthouse than most people would prefer, especially as the social butterfly that she naturally was, but she at least could embrace the silence like an old friend as opposed to a choking cloud of criticism and thinly-veiled (and unearned) contempt.

So, Alex had gone upstairs without needing to look around or worrying about whether another person was present. Robert had not informed his grandchild of possibly visiting, her caretaker Angela was out picking up her own son and would be back later, and her chef Danielle would probably be on her way soon to make Alex's dinner, so she just headed to her bedroom to change. Tennis wasn't Alexandra's sport. She was a big girl and could admit that. She grew up on gymnastics and had she chosen to pursue it rather than a fashion career, she probably could have done more with it. She still frequented the nearby gym, just to make sure her skills on the balance beam were still present, that she was still adept at tumbling, and she kept up her flexibility and stamina. Both of which were the only reasons she was actually decent with tennis. They had to be; she was one of the shortest of all of her friends. But that didn't mean that Alexandra couldn't talk shit nor did that mean she couldn't look cute while playing.

"Just because you're able to get lessons off of Venus and Serena doesn't mean that the rest of us don't have a little something-something," she continued, picking up her bag and heading over to the car and her blonde companion, grinning all the while. "But I'll take you actually putting your money where your mouth is as my early bonus b-day gift, though."

It went without saying that Sydney was quite fond of the better side of her relationship with Alexandra. The two had been close ever since childhood, but after the incident with Vincent, their friendship was put on hold, quite abruptly. It didn't stop so dramatically in a public sense, and there were surely many people who had no idea that they ever had issues within their friendship, but in their more intimate circles, the space between them was well known. Now that things were getting better between them, Sydney found herself thinking more often about how much she missed this. "Let's just say that if you do happen to win a match, it's only because I let you win. I'll see if I feel like going down that route once we get out there," she said, smiling only because it was hard to keep a serious face when she knew her competitive side was that bad (and she knew that Alex knew too), to an extent where she genuinely would convince herself that she let Alex win, if she did happen to lose a match.

A little bit less than fifteen minutes passed before their car pulled up outside of one of the entrances to the west side of the park. Oddly, Sydney had a fondness for this area of the park. The walk to the tennis courts inside of the park only spanned about five minutes, but within those few minutes, they passed a playground filled with energetic children (and mothers and nannies chasing after them), people walking their dogs and playing fetch with them on the spans of green grass, and trees that were in the midst of changing colors as fall set in. They crossed over a bridge that was known as the Gothic Bridge, due to its architectural style, and before turning down the path towards the tennis courts, caught a glimpse of the reservoir that was surrounded by a jogging path that Sydney frequented at least a few times a week. Since they had a reservation for a court, all it took was a quick check in in the office before the girls were on their court, which happened to be an end one, getting ready to start their match. She took a sip of her water, and tossed her sweatshirt to the side of the court where she left her bag, before making her way to her side of the court, and tossing a ball up in the air before catching it, as she waited for Alex to get ready. "I think it's only fair that I win today, anyway. We both know you're going to be slaying the game on Saturday, so let me have my moment today, Lexi!"[/color] she teased. "You know it takes a lot for me to be able to give up the spotlight for someone else. And it takes even more for me to be okay with someone stealing the spotlight, since I can totally admit that even if I wanted the attention to be on me Saturday, we all know you're going to outdo yourself, and all of us, with everything you've got planned."

The laughter came easily for Alex upon Sydney insinuating that if Alex won, it was because she was allowed the win. Which, to be quite honest, she wouldn't be surprised if that actually was the case today. She definitely wasn't a bad tennis player; that much was certain. Alex could hold her own. But she knew she wasn't exactly thinking of really winning for the day, especially not up against Sydney on her own. Though, as her equally competitive side would say, that didn't mean Sydney had to know that. She was just planning on playing the game and whatever happened - and she was honestly banking on Sydney winning only because Alex was very much aware of how indulgent she had been in the last few days with her Bibble and Sip runs in the morning - was going to happen. Sydney got someone to play her sport with her and Alex actually got some form of workout in. Her trainer was probably still going to put her through the ringer come Tuesday, but at least she could say he would be proud that she took some kind of initiative when it came to her cardio. "How gracious of you," she said in between giggling, placing a hand on her chest dramatically, "I feel soooooo honored, really."

Soon enough, they were on their reserved court and Alex shed herself of her jacket, shivering only slightly at the nip of cool air that greeted her bare arms. To this day, despite being a native New Yorker, she wasn't exactly as willing to be as bare as Sydney was during the autumn weather, and especially not during the winter. It wasn't really freezing as it was only October; Alex knew what cold for New York truly was. But that didn't mean she was ready to be prancing around in active-wear pants and a sports bra, even if their body temperatures were going to rise as they became more active and fervent in their tennis match. Alex was in the middle of stretching when Sydney spoke again, balancing herself on one leg while she pulled the other backwards until her foot grazed the back of her head just barely. Releasing it so that she could shake off any tension in her body, Alex tossed Sydney a grin as she went on about why she deserved to win for the day. "Oh snap! I'm getting a compliment from the queen Sydney Persson and was offered to have her possibly lose the game on my behalf on the same day," she inquired loudly, shock on her face as she took her racket out of her bag and assumed her position on the court. Giggling, Alex pretended to flip her hair while exclaiming, "Well, shit, either I'm blessed and highly favored, or the OG slay queen over there is just trying to butter me up before she totally embarrasses me in front of everyone at this park." Winking at Sydney, Alex bent her knees slightly, bouncing on her toes and said, "I'm banking on the latter. Your serve."

Especially after the comment that Cassidy had made that afternoon, Sydney had to roll her eyes at Alexandra's comments, but she didn't linger on them. Oddly, while she was indifferent towards acquaintances or strangers referring to her position on the social ladder as The Queen Bee, it felt weird hearing it from friends. It was always said, as it was being said now, in a playful and joking manner, but it still almost embarrassed her, to be called it by them, as if it was a reputation she didn't want to assume around her friends. That wasn't to say that she didn't embrace the controlling and manipulative tendencies that her Queen Bee persona had, but it was just that she didn't like it to be so blatant that she could be labeled that, by them. She considered wishing Alex good luck before her serve, but decided to only smile in the girl's direction as she readied herself, tossed the ball upwards, and then slammed her racket into it, sending it across the court. Alex returned it, and the girls had a steady back-and-forth going for a period of time that actually left Sydney pleasantly surprised with Alex's skill, before Sydney managed to hit it so that it was just out of reach of the other girl's arm. "Fifteen-love, my love," she said, announcing the score with a satisfied smile as she grabbed another ball for the next serve. "Speaking of this party that we're all so excited about, I don't think you ever told us what you decided on wearing. I know you had a few options in mind. What did you decide on, or is it a 'secret'? Even if it is, you know I'm exempt from secrets. You have to tell me."

There was something almost hypnotic about the back and forth exchange of the ball between, its impact upon their rackets echoing somewhat in the cool October afternoon. It was always different for Alexandra to actually play tennis as opposed to watching it when she was waiting for Sydney's matches to be over or when two classmate's were in the middle of a set for their gym class. Alex surprised her own self by not needing a bit more time to warm up when Sydney first served the ball, and fell into the east rhythm of being the receiver. It was almost disappointing when the ball skirted past her when she tried to reach it, brushing against the edge of her racket before skidding to the hard ground. "Damn it," she muttered to herself, though it lacked the heat she would probably feel if she had messed up on a backhand spring. Still, she couldn't help but want to do better the next time she was already bouncing on the tips of her toes when Sydney spoke up about her costume.

"Haven't you heard that patience is a virtue, Syd?" She teased on a wide smile, twisting her racket between her hands. "But since you're sooooo eager to know, I'm a vampire. Vampire queen and mother of all vampires, to be exact. From the Anne Rice book series and the two movie adaptions." It was still such a surprise - a culture shock, to some degree - to know that not many of her peers knew of Queen of the Damned. Not only was it the last acting gig Aaliyah managed to do before her death - and there literally shouldn't be any one person who didn't know who the singer was - it was also connected to Interview with a Vampire. And a lot of people at least knew about the latter. It had Tom Cruise in it, after all. Mediocre acting aside, in Alex's opinion, he was popular enough for people to know more about his filmography than a dead artist's. "I made the costume myself. Got a few last details to finish on the crown, but it's ready and divine. What about you? Any date I should be aware of?"

"You would go as Akasha," Sydney smirked. "I'll support it, only because I know that even if your tits are out all night, somehow your costume is going to look like it came right off an actual movie set." It was a bit of a crude comment by Sydney's normal standards, but again, she was a bit different with friends, especially in an environment where she didn't feel like anyone else was paying much attention to her. She was more toned down and relaxed... more herself. When Alexandra turned the questions to her, then, she considered just putting the ball back into play to avoid it. With both girls being focused, it was too difficult to actually speak while playing, and Sydney knew that it would be a good way at buying some time before answering. It wasn't the first part of Alex's questions that bothered her, though, and so she answered that part easily. "Kat and I officially decided on the angel costumes. You know I'm not usually so cliche, but she's going as the white angel, you know, since she's always innocent and pure, and I'm going as a dark angel." It definitely was cliche, but Sydney was content with how her costume looked. It wasn't store bought, and though she didn't make it herself, she had the wings custom made for the party. In addition to that, she was planning on wearing a black lingerie set with heels. She had an outfit ready, but wasn't completely set on it yet. Normally, Sydney liked to be a bit more conservative and classy, but Halloween was the one day out of the year where anyone could get away with dressing in close to nothing, and not be a labeled a slut for doing so. Though Sydney liked to act like she was above a lot of stereotypical teenage customs, this was one that she was happy to participate in, only because she knew that she could still look good and classy while doing it.

Deciding that that was enough talk for now, she served the ball once more, and again, Alex returned it. To Sydney's dismay, however, it must have been Alex's second question, that was still lingering in her head, that threw her off enough to miss one of Alex's shots early on. It wasn't like Alex had said anything wrong, in asking Sydney if she was bringing a date to the party. It was just that after the whole Vincent thing, Sydney had grown noticeably uncomfortable about talking about any sort of sexual or romantic relationships with even the closest of her friends. She had decided from then on, that love wasn't for her. It was too messy, and there was too much to lose, so even when she did develop feelings for a guy, she suppressed them. Always. There was only one guy that she had slept with after Vincent, and he had only been a one night stand, a form of rebound sex for Sydney, really. Though she had went on dates and done things that didn't involve a bedroom with other guys, they still just weren't things that she liked to broadcast to anyone. Not even Katherine or Alex. Knowing that Alex was probably going to call her out on not answering, now that they had another few seconds of down time, Sydney decided to address it first. "And you know that the answer to your second question is no. Sydney Persson works alone. Always and forever," she said, rolling her eyes at herself, at how cheesy the last part sounded, but smiling still. "But since you brought that up out of nowhere, should I assume that someone's going to be glued to your hip - or lips - all night?"

"Seriously!?" Alex exclaimed, shooting Sydney a somewhat unimpressed look that didn't really last on her face for much too long considering she had been smiling all the while. "What is with everyone's obsession with angels?" She wasn't particularly as upset about the idea of Sydney and Katherine going as contrasting angels since she found it kinda cute that they ended coordinating for things like that. Before, especially when she had decided that she didn't trust Sydney anymore but also couldn't exactly publicly denounce their friendship, Alex could only admit to herself that there had been a tremor of jealousy in her at the two girls' closeness. She knew that Kat had met Sydney first and had understood that they were friends for a few years longer than Sydney and Alex had even known one another. At the same time, Alexandra was a territorial creature at heart. Even if she had been the one to pull away from Sydney and not the other way around, there was no denying (unless it was to herself, of course, because she would never verbalize those feelings around anyone else) the resentment she had felt bloom within her chest, making it too tight and her too easily agitated to deal with either for too long. She was better with it now, and especially because Kat never made it a point to make her feel excluded and Alex had Charlotte on more days than she had the others. "And what I will say is that there will be no all out of anyone's tits, thank you very much! There will be tasteful tastefulness!"[/color] Which was the truth. Aaliyah didn't have as much going for her in the chest department as Alexandra, which meant that initial design wouldn't have worked for her to begin with. She wasn't exactly walking around toting melons on her chest, but there was no denying that she definitely required straps of some kind if she didn't want the girls to just pop out when she was making her entrance.

The fact that Sydney went and served the ball without answering the second part of Alex's question didn't escape her, but Alexandra played anyway, scurrying to offer a return. In her defense, it wasn't a particularly off question to ask. Last year, Ricky had been her crime lord escort and there were plenty of events that they had attended where the girls had had dates as opposed to just showing up as a group. Alex had especially been privy to show up at fashion shows and events with various actors and models, inciting some of the more salacious rumors about her that had been spread around the school halls and even on a Gossip Girl post once or twice before. Most were unfounded, but still. She wasn't coming completely out of left field. At the same time, her mind kept coming back to Vincent wanting to take her out for her birthday and it was just...different. It would be one thing to tell the girls that they had hung out with his family like usual or that the two of them were just playing video games. Hell, it wouldn't even really be that big of a deal if had been Ricky taking her out alone for her birthday. But that was because mostly everyone who knew them knew that Alexandra wasn't interested in Ricky, that there was nothing there but playfulness. With Vincent, she had history and well, something she didn't like to acknowledge. And while in the back of her mind, she was telling herself that she shouldn't trust Sydney in bringing that and her concerns up, there was the more sentimental - "weaker," her mind supplied, unhelpfully - part of her that wanted to trust Sydney's judgement. She'd more than likely bring it up to Charlotte before the party, but she knew that between Sydney and Katherine, if Alex wanted a logical opinion of some sort, Sydney was the way to go. Even if she didn't always trust her.

It was complicated.

It was a surprise to probably both Alexandra and Sydney that the latter missed the sharp return Alex had given her, but Alex didn't gloat. Not when she could see the distracted expression on the blonde's face. But Sydney was smiling soon enough and Alex had to roll her eyes at the girl's initially expressed sentiments before the questioning was turned on her. "Okay, for one, you say that like none of us have shown up to stuff with arm candy before. You and I both know that I have flexed once or twice in these last four years when I wanted to make an entrance or something like that," she replied easily, grinning. The grin dropped soon, though, and Alex cleared her throat. "But no, no hip gluing for me." And then there was the reminder that, despite their similarities, Alex was different than Sydney...because she was nervous. Sydney wouldn't be nervous; that was how much in control she could be. And Alex had to remind herself that she had no reason to be, at all. It didn't stop her from blurting the next part out, cheeks flushing: "Well, I mean, at least not for Saturday. But maybe next week. Ummm...Vince wants to...hang out...for my birthday. Alone. Even though we'll be together, with his family...before then for dinner. That's weird, right? Is that weird?"

"Oh God," Sydney groaned, allowing her head to fall backwards in a dramatic motion, as if Alexandra's words were the worst things she could have heard. She was partially joking, though, and the small smile on her face made that clear. It might have been more appropriate to take on a more serious and thoughtful tone, especially given that Sydney could tell that Alex was nervous, or at least said that on a whim, just by the way it had come out of her mouth. As bothered as she wanted to seem by it though, Sydney wasn't a horrible friend, and more than that, she knew that this was not a question that she could just serve her way through to avoid, so she loosened up her stance and walked towards the net. Though no one else on the courts were paying attention to them, it seemed more fitting and intimate to be standing closer to Alex to discuss this, so she hovered by her side of the net to speak in a quieter voice. "Only you would interrupt my game by getting deep on me, Lex. You better not be fabricating all of this right now, just in an attempt to throw me off, because you know having to channel my emotions does that to me," she said, poking fun at herself as she carefully placed her racket by her feet so that she could adjust her ponytail while talking.

"But, I don't know if it's weird. I don't think it is. I mean, anyone who knows Vincent knows that he never stopped wanting you as more than a friend," she said, her tone thoughtful as she actually tried to figure out what she thought of the proposition. It was a rare circumstance for Sydney to admit that she was actually indecisive about something that held a lot of weight. Normally, she had an answer, and that was one that she was confident in, or she would act impartial, but only if the subject was something that she had little interest in, and in those situations, she would admit blatantly that she simply didn't care enough to take a stance on the subject. This was more complicated, and a more authentic version of Sydney shined through as she diverted her gaze past Alex, thinking for a moment, before meeting her gaze to add, "And when I say he never stopped wanting you, I mean never. Not even for a night." It probably didn't mean that much to Alex, but for Sydney, referencing that night, and admitting that it held no importance to Vincent was a strenuous thing for Sydney to do. She wasn't one to get emotional, and she definitely wasn't about to start tearing up now or anything, but even just dipping her foot into the pool of emotions regarding that night was a big deal for her. "What I do think it is, though, is dangerous." That was the right word for it; probably the only word that Sydney could use, without being offensive. "I don't know. I guess you and I are just different, though," she ended with, knowing that that probably wasn't much of a help, but not knowing what else to say.


"I know, I know," Alexandra cried, full-on pouting against Sydney's small smile. She hated herself for even bringing it up. Not only was Sydney probably the wrong person to bring Vincent up around, but it actually was awkward, in a sense. Regardless of the two of them getting to a point where they could safely say that their relationship was fine and they were at a good point, and there was definitely a part of Alexandra that resented having to care about Sydney's comfort in this, there was a note of awkwardness and discomfort in bringing up the subject of their friendship's almost demise. But Vincent - and the thought of whatever he had planned for them next week - would have lingered in Alex's mind, regardless, she figured. It was better that she got it out here, when she was alone with Sydney, as opposed to when she was alone with both Sydney and Katherine. The latter would go into a rant about all of the reasons why it was a bad idea and how Alex was obviously going to cancel because they would not allow her to make such a horrible mistake, and Sydney would be able to hide any real opinion she had on the matter with a flippant remark and nonchalance. So, Alex sucked up her trepidation and approached the net as well when she saw Sydney move towards it.

Although Sydney averted her gaze, Alex felt both the weight of her far-off stare and words on her chest; the very elephant that always seemed to sit in the rooms they shared taking residence on her chest and it made her have to catch her breath. She could blame it on the physical exertion all she wanted, remind herself and Sydney that she had been bad in terms of being active and what she had put in her body. But they both would know it was more than that. It always was. Dangerous. It was the word Sydney chose and it was fitting, a lump that formed in Alex's throat at the very same time that her heart seemed to decide its new occupation was the drummer in a band she had never known existed. Alexandra shouldn't feel that thrum of elation beneath her skin at the thought of Vincent still wanting something with her. She should feel the confusion more that was nagging at the back of her mind. Sydney was right. This - whatever it was (even getting the opinion from the very person who helped tear her and Vincent apart in the first place) - was dangerous. And yet she was as interested as she was terrified. "You're probably right," she admitted quietly, meeting the blonde's gaze for a moment before turning away. She figured she probably should get them back to that easygoing energy from before. Or, at least try. "And don't think that you can blame your loss of focus on me, Syd." Alex grinned, backing away from the net. "If you lose out here, that's on you."

There was a part of Sydney that was relieved when Alexandra seemed to halt her desire to delve deeper into this subject, but at the same time, Sydney was well aware that even if the conversation was over verbally, she wouldn't be able to turn it off in her mind. Alex's last comment, however, told her that she needed to turn it off for the time being, though, because, as she said, before retreating to the proper area of the court and serving the ball, "You must be forgetting who you're talking to. Sydney Persson does not lose at anything."

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"You can just go home, Thylane! I don't need your pity any longer," Katherine said, refusing to move from her bed to acknowledge Thylane face to face. The way that she spoke probably sounded as if she was trying to overact in some school play, because that was how dramatic she was really being. This was typical of Katherine, though. When she felt things, she felt them in extremes. There was no grey with her. When she was happy, she was bursting with joy and excitement, and when she was at the opposite end of the spectrum, you could assume that someone close to her just unexpectedly passed away with how devastated she could act.

Thylane had to roll her eyes, and since she was still on the other side of Katherine's closed bedroom door, she didn't feel bad doing so. After she took a deep breath, though, she pushed the bedroom door open. Finding Katherine buried underneath the comforter of her bed wasn't incredibly surprising, but Thylane still flashed her an unimpressed look. If the brunette wasn't so cute, there was no way that she could get away with being so bratty. The first part of that description was one that Thylane would never admit aloud, for pretty obvious reasons. You weren't supposed to call one of your friends cute in this particular way, especially one who, as far as you knew, was as heterosexual as they came. When Thylane thought of Katherine as being cute, she didn't think of it in the same way as complimenting a girl friend on looking pretty or well dressed. It was more... there was just more feeling behind it. First came the cuteness, and then came the urge to hold her hand or cuddle up under her thick blankets with her. It was just territory that Thylane knew she could never delve into in reality, and because of that, she wished that Katherine didn't have that cute little manipulative charm to her, because it allowed her to get a lot out of Thylane. "Katherine, you know that she was lying when she said all of that. That's how Cassidy is, she likes to bother you." Thylane was very patient with Katherine, and part of her knew that if she wasn't so intrigued and maybe even infatuated by Katherine, in that secret non-platonic way, that there was no way that she would put up with half of the things that came out of her mouth, or her dramatics.

"And yet you're still friends with her. You're aware of how she bullies me, but apparently that's no big deal to you."

"It is a big deal. I just... she's fine when she's not around you. I'm sorry for not standing up for you."

"It's fine. I'm over it."

"Are you still going to act like you're mad at me, though?"

"I said I'm over it, Thylane," she snapped, raising a hand to signal that she was done talking about it. Interestingly, though, her harsh tone slipped a way, replaced with a softer one, though her words were more petulant than gentle. "Before we start, how much do I owe you for this tutoring session, though? I should have cash on me somewhere..." she said, slipping out of bed then so that she could find her money.

"Katherine! You just said that you were over it. Can you please not?"

"I am over it, but I'd rather give you the money than my dad. How much does he usually give you?"

"Do you want me to just go home?" Thylane wasn't angry, but more-so tired sounding. She was here because she wanted to help Katherine, and she wanted to spend time with her, since it seemed like at school, they didn't have much of an opportunity to. Thylane was pretty studious, so she didn't like chatting much in class, and then during lunch Katherine had her regular friends to socialize with. Thylane was the one making the effort by trying to schedule after hours hangouts, and to help Katherine, nonetheless, but now it was beginning to feel more draining than it was worth.

"No one's holding you hostage. If you want to go home, go."

"What I want to do is hang out with you, but it seems like this is going to be futile if you're going to keep this up. Is something else bothering you? I'm just kind of confused." Still, her voice remained calm; gentle, even, as she tried to read Katherine on a deeper level. Obviously she was upset, but could she be this bothered and abrasive over the incident with Cassidy? Had something else happened at the school meeting that had bothered her, maybe?

"My whole life is a mess, T." She found herself dramatically flopping backwards on her bed, as if she was in a scene from a cheesy 80's movie. From the outside, most people would think of Katherine's life as being the opposite of a mess. She was financially set for multiple lifetimes, had amazing friends, was attractive and well-liked (enough), and was on the road to having a fun and generally stress-free life, at least compared to "normal" people's. In her shoes, though, it really did seem like a mess, and at least mentally, she truly was a mess.

"Why?"

"Alexandra and Sydney ditched me today, Cassidy is the devil reincarnated, I hate school, my outfit looks atrocious for the party on Saturday, and I just need to go on a vacation for the rest of my life."

Essentially hearing that she was Katherine's second choice, after her friends ditched her, wasn't the most gratifying thing to here, but Thylane didn't take it to heart. The rest of Katherine's complaints were pretty standard, and although Thylane didn't think she could do much to solve them, she still was going to try. Even if that meant begging Cassidy to keep her mouth shut after Kat for a while. "I'm sorry that you're stressed out. What can I do to help?"

"Can you go make me a drink?"

There was no way that Thylane was about to make Katherine a drink. It was a Thursday afternoon, for one. Additionally, Thylane suspected that there was a reason for why Kat just didn't go make one herself, and in case it was a reason tht involved more than her just being lazy, Thylane didn't want to get involved in any trouble, and more than that, she really didn't think drinking was a healthy coping mechanism for Katherine. Social drinking was something that Thylane partook in too, but you weren't going to see her drinking away her sorrows on a Thursday afternoon, to avoid doing a paper. "I want to help you de-stress in a healthier way. Wanna go for a walk in the park? It's really nice outside."

"I don't have time." Normally, she would have taken Thylane up on that offer because she did like exercising and getting fresh air, and being able to do that while getting a mini therapy session out of Thylane seemed like a two for one deal, but she was already planning on running on the treadmill later that night. Right now, she just wanted to get her paper done... or get her paper done for her.

"Okay, why don't we start working on your paper, then? Did you do any of it yet?" Thylane perched herself on the edge of Katherine's bed, nudging her leg in an attempt to get her to sit up herself. She assumed that since the paper was due two days ago, that Kat would have had at least some of it completed, but she wasn't holding her breath.

"I will give you as much money as you want to do it for me."

"I can't--"

"Please! Please! Please! Please!" Katherine had went from lying down to kneeling beside Thylane, hands clutched together in a begging fashion. Somehow, she was able to reason that her father secretly paying Thylane to help her was offensive, but when she offered Thylane the money herself, it wasn't.

"Let's just do it together."

"Can you do it, and I'll watch?"

"Kat, come on..."

"My brain could not handle reading that boring book!"

"You didn't even read it?!" Now, Thylane wondered if she really had gotten herself in over her head. They had had over a month from when this assignment was given out to complete it, and Katherine couldn't even read the book, nonetheless write the paper, in that time.

"I started it!" she insisted, even if "started it" meant that she had only read the first chapter, and wouldn't be able to tell you a single thing that had happened during that chapter now.

"And then?" Thylane said, expecting some good reason for why she had stopped.

"And then I forgot to finish it!"

"Katherine, this is not good."

"Charlotte's coming over. She'll do it for us," she said, as if it was the reassurance that they both needed.

"If I won't do it for you, there's no way Charlotte will. You know how by-the-books she is."

"She's nicer than you. She'll do it, just wait and see." There was certainty in her voice now. While Katherine was convinced that she could get Thylane to do the paper too, with a bit more begging, she was sure that she could convince Charlotte to do it. Sure, she would have to be a bit more careful in her wording, because Thylane was right that Charlotte was by-the-books, and likely would not participate in cheating, but Katherine was sure that somehow, she could get the blonde to write the paper for her, all while thinking she was just helping Katherine do it. Plus, as manipulative as it was, there was a part of Katherine that was banking on the fact that Thylane might feel threatened and unimportant by the idea of Charlotte being the better alternative over her, and that she would cave in now, just to eliminate the possibility of that happened.

"I'm not going to let you take advantage of her like that. Just... just... you order food for us, and I'll figure out where we need to start." Was this going to end up in Thylane writing the entire paper, while Katherine sat and watched, as she wanted? Probably, and Thylane knew it, but she didn't know what else to do. If Katherine wanted to be difficult, then Thylane was at least going to get something out of this, and see if Cassidy was actually being truthful about the eating disorder revelation now.

"Perfect!" Katherine chirped, her mood doing a complete 180 as she hopped off of her bed with a smile. "I'll get my laptop and order something for us! Be back in a minute!" she said, as cheery as could be, as she headed downstairs to retrieve her computer. Just as intended, she was going to get her paper done, and not have to think too much about it. On her way down, she sent out text messages to Charlotte, Sydney, and Alexandra.

To: Charlotte
Thylane is probably going to help me but we both know that you're so much smarter so please come help us

To: Sydney
Just so you know you were really rude in the library

To: Alexandra
You might want to borrow Charlotte's hearing aid because I think you must not have heard how rude Sydney was being to me, since you didn't stand up for me or anything...

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Nobody could say that Alexandra Boutros did anything in halves, that was for sure. The fact that she heard a few screams outside said enough for her, to be quite honest. Friday night had consisted of finishing up her costume, which she wasn't even wearing at the moment, making sure her cake was ready and would be delivered on time, and overseeing the decorations for outside of her spacious childhood home get put up. She wasn't exactly trying to scar her guests, that much Alex was certain. But the point was that, despite it not being actually Halloween, that was what they were celebrating. That and her birthday. Which meant that her lawn had to look foggy, there were figures all over the lawn that looked like ghosts in the darkness, there was a face that periodically peeked out at people from one of the bushes as they walked along the path to her front door, and there was a face that peeked out from one of the front windows. And if people happened to see blood splatter on the windows upstairs and the silhouette of someone getting stabbed in another window, well, again, Alex never did anything in halves.

So, she wasn't surprised to hear over the intercom that guests had arrived. "Thanks, Angie," Alex called without looking, back against the mountain of pillows that were stacked against the headboard of her bedroom. With her makeup and hair done for the evening, she wasn't at all in a rush to go downstairs and greet anyone. Besides, they had blood-filled vodka shots to take upon entering her domain as a sign of their allegiance to her "coven" with the rest of said "coven" already snacking and making use of the first floor of her home. With the party weaving between rooms all along the first floor, the second floor was pretty much unavailable, particularly her bedroom. No one was allowed in the basement. But with the upcoming belly-dancing show, the fact that the DJ she had hired was really popular and skilled at keeping the party going, and the fact that so many people had been on the guest list, she was pretty sure this was going to be one of the best parties of the year. There was a continuous flow of blood-punch with the inclusion of one of her favorite bartenders, there were enough snacks to keep people sated for the evening, and her cake was going to be glorious. She was almost not even concerned with her presents. Almost. To be put it plainly, at this point in the game, when the party didn't even officially start for another fifteen minutes, Alexandra didn't have anything to worry about. Except Charlotte and her costume. As she finished texting Sydney and Katherine, bumping to the music she could feel vibrating beneath her bed, Alex glanced at the door on the left side of her bedroom, which led to her dressing room and closet. "You can't hide in there forever, Lottie-bear," she declared in a rather bored tone, though she was pretty sure Lottie could hear the smile in her voice even though the door was closed. "Rose, is she almost done in there?" She and the other Buchanan twin weren't exactly close, but after having Charlotte to herself for the night, Alex felt like being nice and telling Rose to come over earlier when they were getting their hair, nails and makeup done. Plus, she could always trust Charlotte's twin to ignore the girl's insistence for purity and all that jazz. Especially when tonight was just not the time for that.

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I kno mi fave twosome is def on their way rite??

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Three calls in, and Alex finally answered the call that Sydney was making to her. In Alex's defense, it was two-thirty in the morning, and Sydney had not even sent a text beforehand to warn her that she needed to talk over the phone, but Sydney wasn't considering that right now. In fact, the first thing that came out of her mouth when Alex answered was, "Seriously, Alex, you need to get a specific ringtone set for my number, so that you know to answer on the first call."

"Wait, what? Syd?" Alexandra's voice was slightly hoarse with sleep, an obvious sign that between the two, Sydney was more alert. Brown eyes blearily noted the time on her phone and Alex cursed under her breath, took the phone away from her face, and then counted to ten before acknowledging the blonde caller again. [color=#E8ADAA]"Death, Syd. You better be close to death, have grazed the hem of Death's garment or you're dead already and I'm speaking to your ghost right now." Alex could admit that she was being a touch dramatic, but there were two things that she was serious about: food and sleep. Fashion might be the one others who didn't know her as well as the person she was currently (and reluctantly) on the phone with, but Alex was a foodie at heart and hated her sleep to be interrupted. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Of course I know what time it is. I feel like I'm talking to Kat. Quit being so dramatic. Besides, I wouldn't be depriving myself of sleep, if it wasn't for you bringing this up earlier, so look, I need to talk about the whole Vincent thing. If you fall asleep or hang up on me, I swear I will walk show up at your house in three minutes, so don't you dare."

"Alright, alright," Alex exclaimed, sliding up her bed until her back was resting against the pillows that were situated against the headboard. She had to roll her eyes at the slight comparison to Kat and felt bad soon after for any offense she took to it. On better days (and when she wasn't being snatched from blissful darkness), she was big girl enough to admit that her dramatics were similar to Kat's. At least, however, she could say that the reasoning for her current displeasure wasn't unfounded. Yawning, Alex leaned over to her left to turn on the bedside lamp and put the phone on speaker phone so that she could sit the device on her lap. "I'm up, now shoot."

Now that Sydney was actually on the line with Alex, and able to talk, she had to pause and then curse herself, because despite the hours worth of thinking and planning about what she would say at this moment, her mind now drew a blank. This was the problems with emotions. They came in and wiped out all of the logical thought processes that Sydney depended so heavily on. They had her unable to sleep, and frantically calling Alex at 2:30 in the morning, nonetheless. This wasn't the sensible Sydney, the one who would have remained stoic on the tennis courts, shrugging her shoulders and simply agreeing with Alex that getting dinner alone with Vincent, in that manner, was weird, before serving, and moving on with her life. That Sydney would be sleeping soundly right now, but the problem was that Sydney couldn't be that Sydney all of the time. She was human, and eventually, at least with certain people and in certain situations, her emotions took over. "Okay, well, I felt like I had to call you just to tell you that I want you to do whatever you want to do. Whatever will make you happy, and I don't know if that's how it came across earlier when we were playing." She considered stopping there, and that logical side of her was begging her to, but for some reason, she continued. "It's just weird for me, obviously. And not even for the obvious reasons. I don't know. I just feel like whatever I say on the subject is going to seem hypocritical or as if I have ulterior motives, and I don't. I stand by calling it dangerous, but I know that you're more of a risk taker than me to begin with, so maybe he's a risk worth taking. I don't know, but I just know that I want you to be happy, and if he's going to make you happy, then I just need you to know that I will genuinely support you on it, okay?"

In the time that it took for Sydney to get all of that out, Alex sat in half-stunned, half-contemplative silence. Save for the quiet breathing Sydney could hear through the phone, it almost would've been safe to assume that Alex was asleep or just wasn't there. In a way, she wasn't. She was back on the tennis court when Sydney couldn't even look at her while admitting to knowing that Vincent had always wanted Alexandra. Even when with Sydney. The statement - the subtle reassurance - did little to quell the insecure voices that harmonized in their disbelief in what Sydney had shared. No matter what the blonde said, some part of Alex believed that there was something in her that made her perpetually not good enough. Nonetheless, there was something else in that moment on the courts that kept Alex silent and disallowed her to interrupt Sydney. Most were aware of how thoroughly Sydney could read people, how great she was at detecting secrets in their eyes and whispers of emotions they thought they kept dormant. But at the same time, it was easy for most to think that they couldn't see hers. Alex had oftentimes wondered how many even tried. Which was why earlier was still on her mind. Perhaps they could chalk it up to years of just knowing each other and being friends, but Alex wasn't not a keen observer. And she knew she wasn't making up what she had seen in the eyes that failed to meet her own, the ones distantly fighting to not show the sliver of -

"And are you? Happy, I mean. Are you happy, Syd?"

There was a pause before Sydney spoke, and right now, she didn't care about how obvious it was that she was actually having to put great thought and consideration into her responses. The answers weren't pre-made and ready at the tip of her tongue. As emotional as she was, though, she tried to be careful with what came out of her mouth. Honest, but careful. "With myself?" She began, thinking in the seconds-worth of a pause that followed. Her brain was frantically shouting "Turn back now! Say yes! Say yes! Let this be about her butler abilities! Her weaknesses! Not your own!" It was harder to keep her emotional side turned off when she was being real with Alex, and maybe it was because they hadn't had such a real conversation in so luck that she felt so unarmed and unprepared for it, even if she was now the one initiating it. "No. I just know that I did something that I can never fix, and I'm not the type of person who can accept defeat like that. I know that if I were you, I would never have spoken to me again. What good is 'sorry'? One stupid word, compared to actions that were so destructive? An apology doesn't matter. It doesn't matter in my head, at least. But then there's my problem. I think a part of me wants you and Vincent to get back together, just so I can pretend that what I did never happened, but I know that that's delusional. I know what happened in the real world, and I know that no matter what happens, I can't erase it, so no, I'm not happy, but I guess seeing you happy in the end, in all of this, will allow me to feel like I'm allowed to be happy, even if I can't change the past. I don't know. I guess that's how normal people deal with this kind of stuff, because the only other option that I have genuinely considered is asking you to do something equally horrible to me - and I don't even know what would qualify as that - just so I can feel like things are even now. Like I'm not the most heartless person on the planet."

"You're not," Alex insisted as soon as she felt like Sydney was done, or at least when she herself felt done with hearing this random influx of emotion. A part of what had made Alex's decision to not just cut all ties with Sydney was this very part of their relationship. Before there were any other girls in her life - before she found her partner-in-crime with Katherine and the big sister she never got to have in Charlotte - there was this with Sydney. And during some of those quieter nights that she found herself not wanting to be bothered with the outside world, Alex longed for their intimacy. Despite her love for sleep, she could spend hours just talking to Sydney. Perhaps, not about this particular subject, but mostly anything. It was one of the few times that she could count on talking to - not the untouchable, cool as a cucumber queen of ice that everyone had dubbed her as - her friend. "You're not heartless...you never were. Even when I was mad at you and wanted to curse your name to the bottomless pits of the deepest part of hell...that was the last thing I ever could call you." Alex paused then, feeling herself becoming a bit too emotional when it was so early in the morning. It had always been an honor to her, being able to say that she could talk to Sydney Persson on this level. So many people, even those who considered themselves friends of theirs, would never encounter this side of her. Even Alex had been surprised to be given such a privilege and it was one she sorely missed. "What you should know, Syd, is that I get jealous easily and you know part of the reason why. I'm probably always gonna be the spokesperson for Insecure on Fleek, but..." Alex swallowed down the lump that tried to form in her throats before continuing. "But there's never gonna be a day where I won't want the best for you too. Never be a day where I won't you to be happy...cuz that's what you deserve too. To be happy. Always and forever." God, it was cheesy and Alex rolled her eyes as the words came out, but it was too late to take them back. Sighing, she glanced at the time, smirked at the realization that she wasn't going to bed any time soon now that her sleep was interrupted and said, "Well, I'm not going back to sleep any time soon. Pretty sure they've got Sleeping Beauty on Netflix still...want me to come over? I'll bring the hot chocolate..."

It was definitely a good thing that Sydney had decided to get this deep over the phone, rather than on the courts, because while it probably wasn't detectable in her voice, her cheeks were already wet with tears when Alex started talking. She wanted to brush off this level of emotional to it being so late, and it being so long since they had last gotten real with each other, but it was hard to kid herself when she was abandoning the colder side of herself for the moment.

She was upset because she felt guilty, still very guilty, even after all of the years that had passed between that night with Vincent and tonight. She was upset because despite feeling guilty, there was still a part of her brain that told her that she shouldn't feel guilty, that she had every right to sleep with Vincent and care about her happiness, and only her happiness. She was upset, most of all, because this was an internal conflict that she would never get over. Even if one day she got over the Alex and Vincent situation, she was convinced that she would never be able to shut off the voices of the angel and the devil on her shoulder, and it was scary, because she had already seen what happened when the devil got his way once. One of her dearest friendships was ruined in a way that could have been permanent, and only wasn't because Alex showed her mercy. That was what made it difficult, because it would be easy if Sydney could just decide that she would always listen to the devil on her shoulder, and embrace the Ice Queen persona so many associated with her, but if she was going to do that, she would have to willingly accept that she could never have any close friendships anymore. And that was something that she just couldn't do. Losing Alex as a friend for a little while had been all she needed to prove that to herself, and yet, it still wasn't like she was willing to try and become a better person because that meant showing too many vulnerabilities, and relinquishing some of her power and control.

Although she knew that she would regret not getting sleep tomorrow, especially during her calculus exam, she opened her mouth to accept Alex's offer to come over, because right now, Sydney craved something more than reassurance over the phone. However, just as she did, she heard the 'ding' of the elevator from down the hall, and given the time, she knew that that meant her mother was probably just getting in now. She didn't doubt that her mother was probably only tipsy, or at a socially-acceptable level of drunk if she was coming in from a public event, since Liza was good at keeping up her image in public. However, Sydney was well aware that her mother never stopped there, and between now and four in the morning, the woman would probably down another bottle of wine, and Sydney would have to turn her white noisemaker on high mode to drown out the sounds of her mother drunkenly sobbing or getting sick, from rooms away. Even though Alex was one of the few people who knew enough about Sydney's situation with her mother to an extent where Sydney probably could have honestly admitted this right now, and asked to go to Alex's instead, it was still something that she was embarrassed about, and there was that voice in her head again, telling her that she had let enough walls down tonight to last a lifetime. "I... I actually think I'm about to crash. That calculus test is going to ruin me tomorrow if I don't, but, um, thanks for talking, Lex. I feel a lot better," she said, even if that wasn't completely true. At least now, she could say that she tried to mend the situation and be raw, even Sydney didn't think that she was the kind of person who could ever be fixed by words or talking, alone.

"Are you...are you sure?" Alexandra inquired, a bit taken aback. She hadn't sensed the exhaustion in Sydney's voice, but then again, she probably couldn't tell too much at the moment when they were like this. And, perhaps it was selfish in the wake of her friend stating that she needed to sleep for a test, she really was a bit disappointed that Sydney was ready to go to bed. Alex felt like a cheesy childhood movie they both could criticize all of the characters on with one of Sydney's favorite drinks sounded like a good idea. Almost good enough to do on her own, even though she didn't really want to. Shaking her head, she quickly followed up with, "I mean, it's fine. Get some sleep, love. I'm here...if you need me."

"Night, Lex," Sydney said, hanging up the phone in a manner that was quick, maybe even abrupt, because she knew that if she stayed on any longer, she would probably change her mind, and tell Alex she would be over in five minutes.


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The phone call that Sydney had initiated between herself and Alexandra had seemed necessary that night, at two-thirty in the morning, but hours later, when Sydney's alarm went off to signal it was time to get up for school, she definitely felt differently. Not only was she physically tired, but she was mentally regretting being that emotional and raw with Alex, too. It wasn't like it was the first time ever that she had been that way with Alex. No, their friendship extended too far back into time, and was based on a bond that was too genuine for Sydney to claim that she was always guarded around the girl. Even with that said, though, it wasn't like it was every day that Sydney Persson was pushed to the point of tears, albeit silent ones, a a conversation. It certainly wasn't every day that she admitted to making a mistake that she couldn't fix, either, and so, on that note, it was understandable that Sydney needed a mental health day on Friday. She skipped school in favor of spending the first half of the day in bed, and the second half at Cornelia Spa, where she indulged in a variety of spa treatments in order to physically and mentally prepare herself for Saturday's festivities. Even after a day of relaxation, however, Sydney could not find it in her to answer any of her closest friends' text messages. She didn't want to speak to Alex because in all honesty, she was embarrassed about having called her so late the night before, and being so... so... weak. That was the only word that Sydney could attribute to her behavior now, and she cringed every time she thought about it. Talking to Alex so soon would only make her feel like more of an idiot, and indirectly, talking to Kat would make her feel the same way. That was only because there was a paranoid side to Sydney, that told her every time Kat's name popped up on her phone, that Alex had probably already told Katherine about the phone call and how pathetic Sydney was. It was one of those things where Sydney didn't know how to properly handle her emotions, so she turned them off completely.

It was literally only on Saturday night did Sydney remove her friends from 'do not disturb' mode, to answer a group text between herself, Katherine, and Alexandra. Tonight was Alexandra's party, and Sydney wanted the night to go well. She had taken some time to herself to regroup, and now she was going to pretend like the phone call never happened and just have fun celebrating Alex's birthday. Although she had originally planned on traveling out to the Hamptons with Katherine via helicopter, Sydney ended up going alone, simply because she had stopped communications on that front. Though she wasn't answering, that didn't stop Katherine from sending her a million frantic texts within the past twenty-four hours, and one of them had Sydney ready to answer, only to curse Katherine out. It had come in only an hour before Sydney was scheduled to leave for the Hamptons, and in it, Katherine claimed that there was no way that she was going to be an angel, or at least not the white one, because the costume she had created to match Sydney's apparently made her look "horrible and wide". Although Sydney knew that with Katherine, body image issues were to be expected, she couldn't help but to want to be selfishly mad at Katherine for ruining their costume so last minute, and she ignored even those texts. Sydney didn't want to continue with her dark angel costume idea alone, when she had intended for it to be a pair outfit, so in a last minute switch, she opted for a new costume: an assassin. With an all black outfit, heels, and a fake gun that was real enough looking to pass as a fully functional one, Sydney had an easy costume that was still sexy, and yet casual and comfortable enough to remind people that she didn't have to try hard to be on top. It was just something that came to her naturally, and that was just the way she liked it.

To: Alex, Kat
You'll see me soon.

To: Kat
You have the gifts, right?

Alexandra's Southampton house was about a fifteen minute drive from Sydney's, which was where Sydney had gone to after flying out of the city, to get ready for the party. It didn't take long for her to get to Alex's house, but she ordered her driver to circle around the block a few times, because she wasn't ready to go in yet. It didn't have as much to do with what she told herself, about how she wanted to show up fashionably late, as it did with the nerves that she felt within her stomach. They were a constant reminder of how she definitely should have pregamed for this.

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If a normal day in Katherine's life could be described as an emotional roller coaster, there were no words to describe just how emotional (and dramatically so) Friday and most of Saturday had been for her. It started when Sydney didn't show up to school, and then refused to answer any of her texts or calls throughout the day. Katherine didn't know if the blonde was mad at her for some unknown reason, and giving her the silent treatment as a result, or what was going on. All she knew was that she wanted Sydney to come over before Saturday, to give her one final opinion on her costume. She needed the reassurance that everything looked fine and that she suddenly hadn't grown five sizes like she felt like she did, when she tried the costume on alone. Of course, Sydney did not answer, though. To add fuel to the fire, Alexandra was already on her way to the Hamptons, and understandably too busy to offer Katherine all of the emotional support that she so badly needed. Though Katherine had other friends, the two of them made up her main support system, and were her most trusted allies. If she didn't have them in a time of need, she essentially fell to shambles, and in a typically dramatic Kat-fashion, she spent most of Friday might in tears, using her in-home spa appointment as a therapy session as she rambled on to the women giving her facials and massages and mani/pedis, about how horrible her life was. She was lucky that they probably knew they were getting paid enough where it was worth it to just humor her delusional distress rather than roll their eyes, because even being offered a semblance of rational and unwanted advice would have upset her even more.

Katherine liked wallowing in her self-pity over being constructive and trying to fix her problems, and that was why initially, on Saturday morning, she decided that she just wasn't going to go to Alex's party. Sydney still wasn't answering her, and by then, Katherine had tried on her angel costume twenty different times and each time, she was able to convince herself that she looked more and more despicable. Her father was en route to the airport to travel to Paris for the weekend when he called her, telling her that she had no choice but to go to the party. He wasn't going to allow her to sit at home all weekend feeling sorry for herself (even if the real reason was that his wife was going to be home all weekend, and she probably was the one who didn't want to deal with that). As usual, her father's word wasn't enough to get Katherine doing anything that she didn't want to do, especially since it was said over the phone and not in person, so the seaplane that he had scheduled to fly her and Sydney, along with Cassidy and whoever she needed to bring, from Manhattan to the Hamptons, left with only Cassidy and Brent. Sydney still had not been heard from, and though Cassidy tried to get Thylane to just leave with her and Brent, Thylane must have felt bad about leaving a distraught Katherine home alone, because she refused to leave without her. Katherine, of course, was too clouded by her own emotions to realize how kind that was of Thylane, but after much convincing, and a couple glasses of champagne (possibly followed by a shot of vodka), Katherine agreed to go shopping with Thylane to see if she could find a new costume. Somehow, and the alcohol played an undeniable role in all of this, Katherine agreed to a unique costume idea that Thylane came up with after they found a latex dress and chunky platform heels at upscale hipster boutiques down in the West Village. Piecing it together with a thick choker necklace, fishnet tights, and some dark makeup including black lipstick, and she would be the perfect dominatrix. And to tie it all together? A leather whip, that Katherine made Thylane buy for her from a "novelty store", since she was too embarrassed to step foot inside of it, even while tipsy.

Shopping in general always brightened Katherine's mood, but combined with the alcohol, it was like her emotional state had done a complete one-eighty spin, and she had her father reserve a helicopter to fly her and Thylane out to the Hamptons in the mid-afternoon. They didn't have much time to get ready by the time they reached Katherine's family's summer home in the Southamptons, but she wasn't in a rush to get there anyway. She was in a good mood, and a happy Katherine was one who was relaxed and content with almost anything. "I'm soooooo excited for tonight, T!" she gushed, as she leaned in closer to her mirror while touching up her makeup. "Alex's parties are always the best. I love her so much, and I just know that we're going to have fun tonight. You know what I mean? You know when you can just, like, feel it?" As she put away the rest of her makeup, she sent a text back to Alex and Sydney, before looking to Thylane to say. "Okay, I'm ready whenever you are! Ugh! I'm literally sooooo excited!" Katherine definitely was not drunk, because a drunk Katherine would not be able to walk in the heels she was wearing, but any form of Katherine that wasn't freaking out about the outfit she was leaving in, was definitely not a sober Katherine either.

To: Alex, Sydney
I know you guys can't wait for me to get there

To: Alex, Sydney
So just know that I'm omw

To: Alex, Sydney
And I'm so excited

To: Alex, Sydney
Tonight is literally going to be so much fun

To: Alex, Sydney
And Alex if your house is scary I will literally murder you

To: Alex, Sydney
And I already told Sydney who is SHOCKINGLY apparently not dead. Which is kind of disappointing bc I could totally have reworn the outfit I'm wearing tonight to her funeral

To: Alex, Sydney
But back to the point.... as I already told Sydney, I'm not being an angel anymore because white is not my color

To: Alex, Sydney
Which is why I'm never going to get married

To: Alex, Sydney
So I'm something new and you guys are going to love it okay?????

To: Alex, Sydney
See you soooooon <3

To: Alex, Sydney
And YES SYDNEY I have her presents. Obviously.

To: Alex, Sydney
Alex you're going to love them

To: Alex, Sydney
So just know that all of the good gifts were picked out by me <3

To: Alex, Sydney
And side note don't open any of your other gifts without me being present bc I want to see what you get

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After circling the block a few times, Sydney finally had her driver drop her off at the party. Her nerves had not subsided yet, but they weren't there because she was anxious about showing up to the party alone. In fact, Sydney almost preferred it to showing up with friends. It felt like she was making a bigger entrance of her own when she showed up on her own, especially when then, she had people who weren't really friends, but probably wished they were, who would see her alone, and think that meant that she needed them by her side. It was times like these when Sydney actually had to appreciate the "following" that her social status brought her, because as much as she would roll her eyes at the pretentiousness of the idea in itself, having people fawn over her did make her feel higher and mightier, and definitely more confident. She allowed these people to occupy her time only until she was fully inside the estate, to one of the main rooms that seemed to be the focal point of the party so far. Smiling to herself at how Alex never let her down in terms of throwing a good party, she brushed the people by her side off, telling them that she would catch up with them later, though they all probably knew that she never would. She had spotted Vincent and Clifford by then, and she no longer needed random people following her around, especially when she was nearly positive that she had caught one of the girls, Ava silently scoff to one of the other girls when Sydney commented that her cat costume was entirely basic and overdone. She didn't have time to put anyone in their place right now, not when she wanted to enjoy herself tonight.

Being in Vincent's presence wasn't a recipe for enjoyment either, but Sydney knew that if she avoided him all night, it would only make her more anxious when she caught Alex interacting with him later on. Which she was sure would happen. And which, per their phone conversation, she knew she had to try to be okay with. "My, my, my, don't you boys just look darling," Sydney cooed playfully as she approached them, picking up a drink on her way over. "Dressing up as someone who deforests the planet isn't really that attractive in this day and age, but I guess if anyone could pull it off, it would be you and your boys," she said to Vincent, before looking Clifford up and down and then actually smiling. "But I'm even more impressed with this badass version of you, Cliff. If you need anyone to do your dirty work for you tonight, I'll be your girl," she said, a hint of seductiveness in her voice, though she then pulled her fake gun from her belt and pointed it in Vincent's direction for a moment, still while smiling. "And if you do any dirty work tonight, just know that I'll destroy you. Even if it's not literally."

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"If you would learn to only speak when spoken to, I wouldn't have had to put you in your place earlier," Katherine said in a matter of fact way, when Cassidy seemed to express dismay over Katherine testing her whip out on her. It had been warranted at the time by some rude comment that had come out of Cassidy's mouth, but in all honesty, Katherine really had not expected it to leave a real, stinging, red mark on the side of Cassidy's leg like it did. That wasn't to say that she wasn't pleased with the results, though, because she definitely was, and she wasn't afraid to remind them of that. Besides the fact that she felt like Cassidy deserved it, she had the excuse that she was just trying to get into character. This was a costume party, after all, and it wasn't her fault if she wanted to be the most authentic version of a dominatrix that she could possibly be.

"Sir, would you turn the music up?" Thylane jumped in. Katherine's words made her cringe, and she knew that if she didn't change the subject quickly, Cassidy was either going to say something that would get Katherine to return fire, or Cassidy was just going to jump straight to getting physical with Katherine. It was another instance of Thylane knowing that Katherine was really the one in the wrong, but her just hoping that Cassidy would be the bigger person to avoid an even greater conflict.

"Yeah, and put something good on!" Katherine chimed in then, before reaching forward towards the center console next to the driver, as she extended her hand. "No, actually just give me the aux cord!" she demanded. All she needed to do was take one look at the man in the front seat to know that whatever he thought was good music, was actually garbage. She felt like right now, in addition to needing something to drink, they needed music to get the vibes up, and she felt like she was the only one who could be trusted with achieving that.

Katherine was lucky that Cassidy let that last comment slide. She was really lucky, because Cassidy wasn't someone who did well with being belittled or dismissed anymore. She had dealt with that for far too long in her childhood and earlier teen years, especially from girls like Katherine. If she were to admit any fault in her faulty relationship with her stepsister, it would be that she knew that she had a predisposition to dislike girls like Katherine. Even if Kat had been welcoming towards her in the beginning (which she obviously was not), Cassidy probably wouldn't have liked her anyway. It was always the girls like Katherine who thought they could talk down to her, so when Katherine did it, even in her idiotic and brainless ways like now, it still struck a chord with Cassidy. She felt like she deserved a metal for only scowling internally at that comment about knowing her place, but she had to speak up (and still, in what she thought was a very civil way), when Katherine began to pester their driver. "Don't give her the aux cord, we're like two minutes away," she objected, before addressing Katherine, "By the time you find a song, we're going to be there."

Katherine turned back in her seat to glare at Cassidy, who just couldn't seem to mind her own business. Did she think that just because Kat was nice enough to allow her and her gross friend, Brent, to travel with her and Thylane, that she could actually speak and interact with them too? For a second, Katherine wished that Alex and Sydney were there to shut her up for her, but then Kat remembered that tonight, she could do whatever she wanted. Or, she thought she could do whatever she wanted. "Do I need to remind you who's in charge here, again? You need to keep your mouth closed, unless I ask you to open it," she said, before placing a finger on her lip to signal that she was shushing her that way as well.

"When we get out of this car I hope you know that I'm going to kill you," Cassidy dead-panned. She wouldn't actually kill her, but she was definitely not letting Katherine walk into that party unscathed. Anyone who thought that violence wasn't the answer had never lived with Katherine Arnault, that was all that Cassidy could say, and as she glared at the back of Katherine's head (still feeling like she deserve an award for self-restraint), she decided that after beating Katherine with her own whip, she was going to make sure it was disposed of.

Nothing. Was. Ever. Easy. Nothing. All she wanted was one relaxing night! One relaxing car ride! And yet all this car ride had proved, was that she was going to have to be on guard all night, trying to make sure that Katherine didn't get herself murdered at the hands of his sister, or someone else who she managed to piss off. Right now, though she still wanted to plead with Cassidy to be the more mature one, she also couldn't blame her for being bothered. "She's joking, Cass. She's joking," she tried to insist reassuringly, turning around in her seat, somewhat, to offer Cassidy an apologetic look.

"I'm not joking. Cassidy's one of my little bitches every day, but tonight especially. And you know what; so are you, T! You better watch your mouth or you'll be feeling the sting of my pretty little toy, too. Cassidy can tell you that it's not as fun for you as it is for me, when I play with it." Katherine still spoke in a matter-of-fact way, but her tone was merry now, because she was enjoying this. Maybe it was the little bit of liquor left in her system, or just her new thought process revolving around the superiority that came with the costume, but she was convinced that there weren't going to be any repercussions for her actions.

At that point, Cassidy almost felt like smacking Thylane too, if she tried to defend Katherine once more. Cassidy understood that she was Katherine's friend, but to this degree? It had her wondering if Kat really had done something to Thylane to make her brain malfunction. "Brent, when we get out, you hold down her legs; Thylane, you can get the arms; and I'll strangle her. We'll load her back up into this car, because I'm pretty sure he wants to kill her too, and then when we get back to the house, we'll tie bricks to her limbs and one of us can use one of their jet skis to drop her body out in the ocean. Sounds like a plan to me."

"I'm game." Up until then, Brent had remained quiet. He was enjoying the banter between the girls. Between the fact that Katherine had to be tipsy to be talking like this, or was just in an excellent sober mood to get under Cassidy's skin, and then on top of that, the way that Thylane seemed to be uncomfortable around the chaos, he just couldn't resist smiling. It was a tad cynical to find amusement out of other people's discomfort, but the commotion in this car was just comedic. Between the things coming out of Kat's mouth, the way that Cassidy was genuinely getting bothered by it, and Thylane's unsuccessful attempts at getting them to calm down... he didn't know if the entertainment at Alex's party could even top this.

"Excuse me! Driver! I need you to arrest them for threatening me like that!"

That comment elicited an audible chuckle from Brent, who couldn't tell whether Katherine was joking or not, but who had to laugh additionally at how baffled the driver seemed by all of this, even when the only reactions that Brent could see were from the rear view mirror. That was all he needed to see, though, to know that this guy was thinking that whatever he was getting paid was not worth dealing with this. "I think you're going to need this more than me tonight," he said, reaching through the space between the door and Thylane's seat in front of him, to hand her his flask. It was still pretty full, but since he knew Alex would have alcohol at the party, he didn't mind offering up the rest of his pre-gaming juice to someone who would actually definitely need it more than him. In fact, Brent was pretty sure that Thylane could have used a couple of the pills he had in his pocket too, but he was too good of a businessman to offer those up for free, and he knew she wouldn't pay when she was sober.

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When they reached Alex's house, Thylane literally had to force Katherine to climb into the front seat next to the drive, have Cassidy and Brent exit the car, and only once they seemed like they were inside the house, did she let Katherine get out and go inside with her. She assumed that Katherine's father was covering the ride expenses, but if she had any cash on her, she would have tipped the driver additionally, because she was sure that that had to be one of the more unbearable rides in his driving history. It definitely took the number one spot for her, and having driven to so many different modelling gigs with her mother, that was a hard spot to steal. However, as the mood set in that they were now at the party, Thylane tried to be more positive. She did her best to clear her mind of all of that stress, and kept a hand wrapped around Katherine's wrist, just in case she decided that she needed to seek out Cassidy for some absurd reason. "Wow, Alex did a really good job," Thylane commented, in awe of the work that seemed to be put into the party as they made their way through it.

"I know, I love her so much!" Katherine said, cheery as always, as if nothing stressful had even just occurred. "But that's how Alex is. She always goes big, and she always just, like, completely nails everything. I think she could have laid off the spooky stuff, because it seriously looked like there were real people being stabbed in her window and that's really scary because that's what people in gangs do, but other than that, I love her. I really want another one of those red shots, though. Do you think I should go back and get another?"

"I'm sure they have drinks somewhere inside here," Thylane insisted, though she too, was ready for another shot. That one at the door had burned her throat, mostly because she wasn't used to drinking liquor straight, but now that the slug she had taken from Brent's flask was beginning to hit her, she felt more comfortable with the idea of drinking alcohol mixed or straight. She just needed alcohol.

"Oooh! There's Sydney! Come on!" Katherine's train of thought was completely changed when she spotted her blonde friend talking to two people, who upon closer inspection, turned out to be Vincent and Clifford. Katherine was excited to see Sydney, who she would suddenly forget had ghosted her for two days, but couldn't hide her distaste for Vincent. "Syd! My baby!!! I missed you!" she squealed, embracing her friend in a tight squeeze, before looking at her costume. It was only when she spotted the gun that she had a hint at what Sydney was. "Are you, like, a hit man? Or a hit woman? I love it! And more importantly, I have someone I need to pay you to kill, but we'll talk about that later when we don't have all of these snitches listening in! Where's Alex? I didn't miss her entrance, did I?" she exclaimed, clasping Sydney by the arm out of excitement, before looking to Clifford and Vincent. "And you look nice too, Cliff! The three of us are all so edgy; I totally love it! And Vincent, you look ugly as always, so maybe you should go find someone else to talk to so you don't weigh down our group's overall attractiveness level."

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To: Syd
ok how much did she drink?

To: Vince
B down soon, lumberjack

In the time that it took for Charlotte and Savannah to emerge from the dressing room, Alex had been able to stare, wide-eyed, at the plethora of messages Katherine had managed to text earlier, put on the top piece of her costume and slid into her Gianvito Rossi heels, and had sent a private text to Sydney. She didn't know what in God's name had been the trigger this time, and she doubted Katherine's whatever-it-was-that-was-eating-at-her would be visible in light of her typical enthusiasm, but if the brunette was already acting foolish, she doubted how sober she'd be by the end of the night. Granted, they both hosted and attended a number of parties where Katherine - and, admittedly, herself - had wound up plastered. But still...it was early and Alexandra didn't know if or how much Katherine had drank before arriving. Alex was very much still down for having fun and just enjoying her night, but she knew she was going to worry about the brunette sporadically. She was just fastening the skirt portion of her costume when the sisters emerged from the dressing room. Glancing up, allowing the material to set low on her hips, she grinned at the two in approval.

"Yaaaaaaaayyyyy!!!" She squealed, straightening so that she could clap her hands excitedly. "I definitely approve! Ten out of ten. I'm a genius and you're both gonna get laid. Or at least felt up. Or drooled on. Take your pick." She had genuinely been worried when she proposed the idea of Poison Ivy, specifically the dress considering the fact that it fell pretty much in the middle of Lottie's thighs and had a fitted corset. She figured it would be a perfect fit; made damn sure it was. But she had been prepared for a fight. For the blonde to emerge from the other room determined to sit the party out or actually have toted some angel costume in some secret compartment of her overnight bag. A bit dramatic, but she didn't put it past Charlotte when she was feeling ridiculously stubborn and uncomfortable. But seeing the blonde - well, redhead, for the night - in the costume idea Alexandra had known would fit her and that she would totally rock, she knew for a fact that she would literally fight for the class president if she even considered not going downstairs in that. "I'm almost done...as soon as I find..." Alex glanced over to the small table and then marched over to it to put on the remaining jewelry to complete her costume. She was about to get to speaking again when she heard a knock on her door. Glancing at the blondes before narrowing her eyes, she clipped on her necklace and spoke as she walked to the door, "If you're not Angie, then you're obviously incompetent because I'm pretty sure I made it clear that the second floor is not - ".

The opened door revealed a grinning Ricky - err, Nightwing - holding her crown.

"And you and I both know that I don't follow anyone's rules but my own," he remarked arrogantly and though momentarily stunned by the detail of his costume, Alex didn't hesitate to roll her eyes at her masked friend. "You're such an ass." He only chuckled when she stepped back from the door, taking a few steps of his own into the bedroom. "Devilishly handsome and helpful ass, thank you very much." Growling, Alexandra snatched the crown - although, she definitely did so as delicately as one could snatch a piece they themselves had poured every ounce of patience into just to get every detail correct - from his hands. Chuckling again, he allowed his gaze to rove over the other two females appreciatively. "Well, don't my two favorite twins look absolutely decadent!" He exclaimed, gaze falling specifically on Savannah for a few moments. It probably wasn't fair of him to consistently flirt extra hard with her when knowing that Charlotte didn't really approve of the fact that he wasn't going to give her sister what she really wanted - or needed - but she always responded so adorably. And Ricky was too arrogant to not be flattered by her typical smiles.

Alexandra, currently fixing up her appearance in one of the mirrors on her wall, rolled her eyes. "If you're done eyeing my girls like they're raw meat, you can return downstairs, Nightwing. There's an entire floor filled with possibly tipsy and even wasted damsels just waiting for their knight in shining broodiness."

"Wasn't into somnophilia last I checked," he replied smartly while pulling his cell phone from his pocket.

"Just get out."

"And here I thought I'd post your first selfie of the night." It took a good three seconds before Alexandra muttered a faux resigned "Fine" that had him smirking in triumph. "Just know this better not be my birthday present or I'll kill you." As she positioned herself against one of the empty walls, Ricky laughed, glancing at the twins. "She's so extra tonight and it's not even her birthday." Fighting the urge to throw something at him, Alex let him take the picture, but hurried to grab and shove him towards the door. "Now, leave. Please." She gestured to Charlotte and Savannah. "You two too. I'm coming in with the belly dancers, so I'll be down in a minute and I better see a drink that is not water, three-fourths juice, or soda in your hands, Lottie, by the time I get to you. I mean it."

"You'd think this was your wedding reception, but it's not," Ricky commented loudly as he went down the hall while posting the picture of her on both his twitter and Instagram. This time, Alex did throw something and he laughed at what felt like a small pillow hitting his back. Jogging lightly down the main spiral staircase, Ricky stole another one of the vodka shots being handed out at the door and tossed it back while entering one of the more populated rooms. Grinning at spotting Clint towering just slightly over the crowd of classmates and spotting three familiar heads with him, Ricky eased his way through the crowd, smirking at the few appreciative glances from some of scantily-clad girls. When he reached the group, he smoothly wrapped an arm around Katherine's shoulders. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were shooting to win first place in the unofficial costume content tonight, Kitty Kat," he said, eyeing her get-up before smirking at her and everyone else. "Our favorite little host is being just a bit extra perfectionist-y tonight, but she'll be down in a bit. What's up?"

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"Nah, she's not down yet," Vincent answered Cliff, only after Alex's text message confirmed that she wasn't. He knew that they would know when she got down anyway; Alex was the type who knew how to make an entrance, and a glance at the time on his phone signaled that it wasn't late enough where there was even a possibility that they had missed that grand entrance. Vincent didn't know quite what to expect from her tonight, but he knew that whatever happened, it was going to be extravagant. No amount of flashy attractions or accessories could excite Vincent even nearly as much as the idea of just seeing her did. He knew that with how everything had been with Alex lately, and even just over the past few years, there was no way that his ideal night could realistically happen, because that revolved around her being glued to his side, until they got so tired (or horny), that they had to escape the party for some privacy and intimacy and fun. They weren't enemies by any means, so Vincent was just banking on getting a few dances in with her... and maybe a couple rounds of shots too. He would take what he could get, though, and given that this was her party and her night, he wasn't going to be annoying or obnoxious, and ruin it for her. If she wanted to have fun, even if that meant having fun with other people... he would suck it up... or try to suck it up. He'd probably have to suck down a couple extra shots if those other people happened to be guys, but that wasn't the point. The point was that he wanted Alexandra to have a nice night. If she did, then he automatically would too, and it was easier to feel that way when he already knew he was going to get an evening with her to himself, later that week.

"And who knows with him," Vincent continued, in reference to Rick. He hadn't seen his friend around yet, but he was positive that Rick was probably around somewhere. There was no way he, or anyone else who cared about their social reputation, were going to miss this party. "My best guess is that he's in some guest bedroom or bathroom, either nailing a Harley Quinn, naughty school girl, or bad cop right now," Vincent shrugged, noting the costumes of the girls who he had seen earlier who had a reputation of being easy at school. He was ready to question Cliff on whether he had found a biker chic that would make a nice bedmate for him tonight, when Sydney showed up. He didn't know why, but her presence had his heart beating fast. He knew she would be here, and he had been wondering just a few minutes before where she was, but he had assumed that he would see her before she saw him. She caught him by surprise, and oddly, it made him feel nervous. Combine that with how amazing she looked, even in an overall simple costume, and he was sure that he was on the verge of sweating. He hated that he was still attracted to her. That was what it was, and that was what this reaction always was. It was his body fighting with his mind, with one telling him that he needed to stare longer, and the other reminding him that Sydney was nothing but trouble when she was in his life as anything more than a friend. "No dirty work on the agenda tonight, Syd," Vincent said, smirking and raising his hands as he followed suit in Sydney's gun act. "But thanks. You pull off that murderer look pretty well, too. Your friend needs to get dow--" Vincent stopped mid-sentence, only because Katherine and Thylane came over, and Katherine was quick to interrupt the conversation with little care in the world. It was always hard for him to tell if the brunette was actually intoxicated, or just in a good mood, because Katherine naturally was exuberant and lively. She didn't need alcohol in her system to talk up a storm and act like every thing that happened was the best thing in the world. Honestly, Vincent didn't dislike her, but he did dislike how clear she made it that she didn't like him. If Sydney and Alex had forgiven him for his role in their love triangle, he didn't understand how someone who had not been involved at all couldn't forgive him. He didn't owe her an apology for anything... there was no forgiveness to be asked for on his part. So, it wasn't incredibly surprising for him when she told him to get lost in the most blunt way possible, but because he didn't really know what else to do, he kept a smile on his face. "It's nice to see you too, Katherine," he answered, forcing himself to sound polite, even if he didn't want to. He probably would have excused himself then, just because he wasn't in the mood to deal with this when he wanted tonight to go well, but in came Ricardo. Initially, his attention perked up at the mention of Alex, and he wanted to question whether Rick had actually seen her or had only spoken to her via text, but he knew Rick, and he didn't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking that he cared because he was soooooooo in love with her, like he knew Rick thought. "I feel left out, now that you're all sporting black. You see Alex, yet?" he said, feeling like this was a more casual way to bring it up. "Tell me she's not in black, too."

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Sydney didn't have a chance to respond to Vincent because of Katherine's sudden presence, and though she was initially turned off, or at least uninterested, in the prospect of socializing with someone who was so below her, like Thylane, just seeing Katherine had Sydney smiling instantly. Especially over the last year or so, Katherine had turned into a very hot and cold person. One minute she was overflowing with happiness, and the next, she was on the verge of writing her suicide note and blaming everyone who had ever crossed paths with her in it. Sydney was not the warmest person either, so that certainly played a role in her perceiving Katherine to be emotionally unstable and hard to deal with, but either way, the bouts of negative emotional periods that Kat seemed to experience more frequently lately, only made Sydney appreciate it more when her friend's true colors showed through. Sydney was not dumb though, and so she was sure that alcohol had played a role in Katherine's costume choice, and probably her behavior now too, but she knew what a drunk Kat looked like, and this wasn't it. Given the texts that Katherine had overwhelmed her with this morning, Sydney could safely assume that Katherine had to have been drinking earlier in the day in order to get over the roadblock of hating her costume at the last minute. She wouldn't shoot down the idea that Kat had continued to drink since then, but she also knew her friend's tolerance level, and doubted that Katherine would be able to see straight if she had been drinking from mid afternoon straight until now. If Sydney had to guess, Katherine probably had a little bit of pre-gaming alcohol left in her system that was keeping her confidence up just enough to not have her reevaluating her costume choice and her words, but not enough to really allow Sydney to classify her as being drunk.

Although Katherine said a lot at once, Sydney opted to go her own way with the conversation, because she couldn't stop grinning, on the verge of actually laughing, at the sight of Katherine. Make no mistake, Katherine looked good. Sexy, even. But that wasn't to say that it wasn't a very odd sight coming from someone who knew her very well. Katherine was... traditional, in a sense. She was set in her ways, and set in believing that only certain things were appropriate, and others weren't. It was why there were so many things that came out of her mouth regularly that were politically incorrect or just cringe-worthy in other ways, and yet, Sydney was usually about to chalk it up to Katherine just being ignorant, not necessarily intolerant. Though she couldn't recall any specific comments from Katherine on a subject like this, at least within their close friend group, it was known that Kat wasn't someone who spoke about sex regularly. She actually seemed quite uncomfortable by it being brought up, and Sydney was well aware that Kat had little experience in anything sexual. Just looking at Kat, no one would really expect that, given how pretty she really was, but obviously, there were issues that Katherine was dealing with internally that prevented her from wanting to involve herself in that. And Sydney could respect that, to a degree at least, but with all of that said, it was obviously pretty shocking that Katherine would do a complete switch-up and not only dress up as something sex-related, but also something that still had a fairly taboo connotation on it. "Oh my God, your costume!" was the best way to put how Sydney initially reacted to Kat's getup, though it is necessary to note that she said it in amused approval.

Vincent wasn't important at all, and so his response to her was appropriately ignored, though she was a bit annoyed that he really thought he could continue to stand with them. "Guess what I am!" she exclaimed, surprisingly expressing excitement over worry and self-doubt over Sydney's reaction.

It was petty, but in a similar way that Katherine was purposely ignoring Vincent, in favor of making a point that he wasn't wanted there, Sydney was happy to turn slightly, so that she and Kat's body language spoke to how they were having a one on one conversation, and that Thylane, in particular, wasn't welcome in it. Why Sydney had it out for her, was still something that was up for debate, and normally she didn't pay the girl much mind, but if Sydney noticed her presence, she did sometimes find herself irrationally bothered by it. "I know what you are. I'm just concerned that you don't know what you are, because the Katherine Arnault that I know would never show up to a Halloween party dressed like a dominatrix that fell straight out of one of these boys' wildest fantasies," she said, only shifting slightly, to include Clifford and Vincent back in their little circle once again, at their reference.

"Of course I know what I am! Thylane thought of it, and at first I was like 'um... no' but then I thought about it and I didn't have any better options, and now I totally love it." In exchange for releasing her grip on Sydney's arm, she reached over to clasp Thylane's hand at her mention of the girl.

"That makes more sense. So Kat dressing like this came right out of one of your wildest fantasies," Sydney said, deadpanning Thylane as she tilted her head to the side slightly, allowing a small smile to creep onto her face as if to say, "yeah, I went there". In reality, Sydney knew nothing to make any evidence-based statements about Thylane's sexuality, or her relationship with Katherine. It literally was just an attempt on her part to be mean and make Thylane feel uncomfortable, especially since she was surrounded by people who Sydney felt were of a higher social standing than her, and who weren't as close with Thylane as Sydney was with them. No one would step in to defend her, and that was just how Sydney wanted it.

Ricardo's arrival came just in time for Katherine to miss what Sydney said to Thylane. The arm sliding around her was enough of a distraction that she missed Sydney's unnecessarily biting words, and instead, and probably surprisingly again, she smiled at Ricardo. "Why thank you, Ricky," Katherine beamed, before looking to the others as if to say "I told you so" even though no one had said anything bad about her outfit. "See, at least someone here knows creativity and sex appeal when they see it," she stated. His comment about Alex made her smile once more. "She's a perfect perfectionist and I love her for it," she insisted, letting go of Thylane only then, to pull out her phone to text the birthday girl herself, though she ended up sending the messages in their group chat.

To: Alex, Sydney
Alex!!! Get down here!!!

To: Alex, Sydney
Also do I have permission to kick Vincent out

To: Alex, Sydney
Ilysm

"If Rick says you have sex appeal, then I guess we all have to take his word for that. Among other things, he is the king of sex appeal, now isn't that true, baby?" Sydney said, being very playful in her tone, though there was no denying that Ricardo was definitely a ten out of ten, even on his bad days. He was an equal to her, that much Sydney would admit, and sometimes, it was fun entering that territory... this playfully flirtatious territory... if only just to test the waters. As her phone in her pocket vibrated with what felt like a million new messages, she read Alex's and then the ones that Kat was sending in the group chat, and opting to ignore Katherine for the time being, since she was standing right beside her, she answered Alex.

To: Alex
Honestly... I don't know. She doesn't seem drunk in person, really. Maybe a little tipsy. Once you see her outfit, you'll agree with me that there's definitely some amount of alcohol in her, because let's just say that it's definitely not a typical Kat costume, but she honestly just seems happy and excited. Which is a nice change I guess? Idk, and you know not knowing makes me stress, so speed it up with whatever you're doing up there!

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Clifford wouldn't have bet against Vincent's guess on where Ricardo was and what he was doing, but even if he wanted to, Sydney came over before he could counter the idea. As always, she looked absolutely stunning. There wasn't a single thing out of place with her outfit, and as one could only expect, she pulled off her look flawlessly. That was the thing with Sydney, though. She could have showed up dressed like a garbage can, and somehow, she still would have looked classier, prettier, and just overall more desirable than 99% of the other girls in the room. But she's out of your league, remember that, his mind reiterated, when he caught his eyes staring just a little bit too intently at her barely clothed chest. "Thanks, Syd," he chuckled, as she expressed her approval of his outfit. It was juvenile, but Clifford was sure that any guy, and even girl, who grew up around Sydney would attest to the fact that her approval somehow did make you feel better. Even if you were like Clifford, and liked to think that you controlled your mind fully and weren't susceptible to superficial influences. When she pointed her gun, which he honestly couldn't tell whether it was real or fake, towards Vincent, her words had him smirking, and yet subconsciously, nodding along too. They didn't need drama tonight, and Cliff only wished that Ricardo was here to receive that same little warning.

Clifford found himself stifling back a laugh when Katherine and Thylane joined their trio, and Katherine made it more than clear that she absolutely detested Vincent. He was somewhat aware of this before now, but he had always assumed that Vincent had made peace with Alex's friends to an extent where they could be civil. It wasn't like Katherine and Vincent had never been forced into the same circle since the breakup happened, so part of Clifford suspected that maybe Katherine had some alcohol in her system already, but then again, you never knew with Katherine. She was full of life, and he couldn't put speaking her mind in a way that made someone uncomfortable past her. It was only really funny to Clifford because Vincent was the kind of guy who always acted like he was the most well-liked person in the room (especially in terms of girls' opinions). He could walk over to just about anyone and get a warm greeting from them, so watching him be put in his place, so to speak, by Katherine, deserved a laugh. Her presence brought on a little bit of a mini-group within their group, as she and Sydney seemed to delve into their own one-on-one conversation, and Clifford was on the verge of attempting to strike up a conversation with Thylane (even though she had always seemed a bit cold towards him), when Ricardo made his debut.

Nighthawk. It was a fitting costume for the boy, and Cliff watched intently as he slid an arm around Katherine's shoulder, before Sydney and Katherine seemed to welcome him into the conversation. It was only then, and maybe a few seconds before as Sydney acknowledged Katherine's costume too, that Clifford realized what she was. He would never admit it because he was sure that the boys would ridicule him for not realizing it immediately, but Sydney had stated clearly that apparently, Kat was a dominatrix. Initially, Clifford had honestly just assumed that she was dressed as a goth girl, or something to that degree. This was definitely... unique... to say the least, and for some reason, it had him wanting to laugh again at this version of Katherine's boldness. He didn't dislike it, it was just surprising; amusing, even. "Kat's right, she is a perfect perfectionist, so whatever she's wearing, black or not, you know we're about to be in for something really cool," Cliff added in, only saying so after he reminded himself that it had been Vincent who had agreed that he should consider pursuing Alex harder.

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To: Syd
As u wish, ur majesty ;D

Alexandra chuckled as she took in the texts from Katherine and the one from Sydney, rolling her eyes at the former's antics while responding only to the latter. Sydney's text made her shake her head in amusement, a bit of her worry seeping away in favor of curiosity and excitement to get things started. Once seeing Charlotte and Savannah off, Alex had grabbed her phone and took the back stairway to get to the kitchen were the belly dancers had communed. After taking two blood vodka shots to the head, grimacing only slightly at the accompanying sting as the sharp yet fruity liquid slid down her throat. Considering the fact that her only ties to Egypt and the Arabic language included her father, Alex had only decided to include a belly dancing performance for the party in light of a small sequence where Queen Akasha had performed winding movements in the film, very reminiscent to the controlled, precise movements belly dancers in Egypt were known for. And especially considering the queen's past of being from Egypt, Alex had figured that there was no harm in taking a few lessons for the sake of "portraying" the character better. Not that she was really going to be acting much during the night, but again, she never did things in halves. Luckily, despite all of her Oscar-worthy complaints about being fat and having indulged a bit too much during this week or that week, Alex did pay enough special attention to her abdomen to allow it to be cut enough and herself still flexible enough to provide fluid movements for the routine she was a part of. And if anyone happened to feel inclined for judging her for that little bit of research she did for her party - and she was definitely thinking about a certain King of Assholeness - then they could always leave.

They weren't that important, anyway.

Ricky slid into an easy smirk, dropping his arm from Katherine eventually as he stared at Sydney and replied, "And don't you forget it, doll." He would have commented further, particularly about Sydney's costume considering how much he could honestly say that he was enjoying this bolder side of the infamous trio, especially considering how much Sydney was tastefully revealing. However, the beginning sounds of the raqs sharqi routine flooded the room as the original music from the DJ faded out accompanied by the subtle crescendo of cymbals. Laughing lowly to himself, Ricky announced, "Well, now, your perfect perfectionist can show you how extra her perfectionist ass wants to be tonight." He wasn't trying to be particularly negative and Ricky was definitely both interested and supportive of Alexandra's enjoyment of putting on a show. It was one of the reasons why she was one of his favorite girls on the Upper East Side. It just also meant that he was allowed to tease her about it, even when she shot him dirty looks afterwards and told him to fuck off. It was how their relationship worked, after all.

The promenade began with low music, the dancers each gliding out onto the center of the floor only three steps after one another with Alex entering last, a subtle undulation in her hips at each step she took until she was in the center. Side to side her waist went, a continuous wave-like motion that she spent a lot of her private free time perfecting if she managed to still be on her feet, wrists rotating slowly in time to the sensual track the DJ played. Unlike the other dancers (and the one dancer who had yet to enter the room), Alex didn't have finger cymbals but instead, unlit palm torches. In lieu of the succession of hip lifts, drops and twists, the boom-boom rakatak boom rakatak of the baladi rhythm - accented by the dark percussive background of a modern alternative rock song Alex honestly could not put her finger on - followed. Her footwork was purposefully slower than the other dancers, a result of Queen Akasha's slinkier, more seductive character complete with back-bends reminiscent of her gymnastic days followed by an Arabesque. With his eyes still on Alex and the percussive yet fluid movements of the dancers, Ricky didn't catch the reasons behind the "awes" until he noticed the lone dancer venturing out of the entrance they had all come from carrying a fan in each hand, both set ablaze. "Well, this should be interesting," he commented, offhandedly, to the guys.

The folkloric section had kicked in, which explained the whoosh of cool air that hit her upon the other dancers' Khaliji-inspired hair tosses. It also meant that the last dancer, Lateefah, had entered with the fiery fans and despite grinning when she flashed her realistic-looking fangs at the audience, Alex had to belatedly remind herself that, yes, her sashes were fire resistant. She had purposefully made them so. So, she continued to use her arms to frame and accentuate the rapid movement of her hips in time to the music, twirling into low kicks while Lateefah continued to dance with her blazing items, inciting gasps with her Sa’idi kicks. Eventually, in a move that required her to dance with the other woman, Alex's palm torches were lit and she continued, mindful of both of her crown and hair as she spun and winded backwards with a graceful arch in her spine. Soon enough, and thankfully so because she was actually beginning to feel a little winded, their malfouf ending drew near and when the girls were back to surrounding Alexandra in a succession of kneeling positions as if praying to a god, Alex ended the routine with blowing out the flames, once again flashing her fangs at the resounding applause. Ricky chuckled, inspired enough to clap despite how genuinely impressed he actually was with his friend. "At least she didn't burn herself."

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"That makes more sense. So Kat dressing like this came right out of one of your wildest fantasies," Sydney had said, and maybe it was dramatic, but the words felt like a punch in the stomach to Thylane. She hated overthinking, but at that, she couldn't help but to think that somehow, Sydney knew. She knew that she had an inappropriate crush on her friend, who was completely straight (as far as she knew), and given Thylane's relationship with Sydney, Sydney was the last person in the world that she would ever want to know (or possibly know) about that. When Thylane first moved to New York and transferred to Constance Billard, she was in an off stage in her life mentally and emotionally, so her guard was definitely up. She did her best to remain as under the radar as possible, and that was why, before she met Katherine, she felt indifferent towards Sydney Persson. She heard things about her that made her seem intimidating, and yet alluring at the same time, but Thylane didn't want anything to do with the spotlight at that point. It was when she began to get closer with Katherine that she learned things about Sydney that made her seem less like a good person, and more like a bully. Katherine seemed to be enthralled by Sydney to an extent that to this day, Thylane still couldn't understand. In Sydney's defense, a lot of that had to do with how Katherine loved to vent to Thylane about the issues within their friend group, so she heard a lot more of the negatives than the positives.

In all honesty, the first time that Thylane had actually ever interacted with Sydney in a respect that was personally offensive and impression-damaging was this past summer. In the wake of feeling guilty over finances, Thylane had very reluctantly offered a small photoshoot gig with H&M. It wasn't anything big, just a few features in their catalog and website, but regardless, the six hour shoot was still grueling for her, simply because she was no longer comfortable with people looking at her. She didn't like her photo being taken; being postured and commanded to do things while everyone stared at her. It would have been bad enough if that had been all that the shoot entailed, but leave it to Thylane's luck to allow Sydney to be there. It wasn't that random, given that Sydney's father was the CEO of H&M and she modeled for the brand as well, but it was safe to say that if Thylane had realized any of that beforehand, there was no way that she would have agreed to participate in it. She gladly would have taken up a job working at an H&M store, instead. The atmosphere of having Sydney watching her doing something she already felt uncomfortable doing, would have been bad enough in itself, but when Thylane overheard Sydney make a comment to someone about how Thylane was "good enough" for catalog ads but there was "no way she would ever make it on the runway", she wanted nothing more than to walk out then and there. Thylane was not the type of person who translated her frustration and anger into wanting to come at Sydney. For her, she just never wanted to see her, or hear about her, or deal with her again. However, she was too good of a friend to tell Katherine not to bring her name up anymore, so she just did her best to avoid her otherwise. She chose seats on the opposite side of the classroom when they shared classes, she rejected invitations from Katherine when she knew the blonde would be involved, and she turned down different hallways if she saw the blonde headed her way. If Katherine had not had a hand around her arm, it was likely that Thylane would have excused herself before Sydney could even say those words that made her stomach drop.

Alexandra's entrance began just after that, and Thylane hoped that that was enough of a distraction for everyone, where her face turning ten shades paler wasn't noticeable. "I'll be back in a minute," she said to Katherine as the music changed over, to really draw everyone's attention to the scene that was about to unfold, and with just how hyped up things quickly got, Thylane wouldn't have been surprised if Katherine and everyone else didn't even notice that she was gone. Although she was interested in seeing just how extravagant Alex could be in her entrance, Thylane had to get away from that group, and that led her to finding the bathroom to collect herself in. While she took a few minutes in there to convince herself that she didn't need to go home over one stupid comment from Sydney, she texted Cassidy and Brent.

To: Cassidy, Brent
Where are you guys?

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Katherine did not have enough time in between Sydney and Ricardo's exchange, and the start of Alex's entrance, to comment on the former, but if she had, it definitely would have warranted a reaction out of her. Kat had always seen Sydney and Rick as being similar. Most people could probably attest to that, given that even in just very obvious and social ways, Sydney and Rick shared the similarity of possessing power. Beyond that though, Katherine could name a few other commonalities between them. She and Ricardo were not particularly close, but they had known each other for long enough, that running in the same social group meant that they knew each other well enough, and Kat liked him. He was fun and entertaining and charming, and especially given his compliment to her tonight, it was easy for her to think of him as a friend. He was just a friend to Alex and Sydney as well, as far as Katherine knew, which was why Sydney flirting with him in such a blatant manner was surprising. Kat wasn't opposed to it, per se, especially in her mood right now, but it caught her by surprise, and that was probably because after all of these years of knowing Sydney, Kat still felt like the blonde was reserved... secretive, even, when it came towards relationships and flirting and all of that. Sydney was the receiver of flirtation nonstop, but Kat rarely witnessed her reciprocate such a think, nonetheless actually initiate it. She had to admit, though, that if she could imagine Sydney doing it with anyone, Ricardo was the only one who seemed even close to being worthy of such a feat. At the very least, Katherine was happy that it wasn't Vincent, who for no specific reason, received a sharp glare from Kat as her eyes passed over him, while they focused in on the belly dancers making their entrance.

If she hadn't been wearing such high platform heels, she literally would have been jumping up and down in excitement, glee, and appraisal, by the time that Alexandra's entrance had concluded. Belly dancers, fire, fangs and all, Alex never failed to put on a show and be the perfect perfectionist that Katherine would label her to be, any day of the week. All of the extra-ness made it extravagant, but Katherine was even more in awe of how flawless her friend looked. Between the costume, and just how naturally beautiful Alex was, Kat felt the first wave of insecurity that she had felt since drinking her fears away earlier in the day. Before the little show was even over, Katherine had drifted away from their group ever so slightly, just so that once the performance really was over, she could be the first to embrace Alex in the tightest of bear hugs. β€œIf I didn’t love you enough to care about not messing up your makeup, I would literally make out with you right now. I’m so in love with you and this party,” she said, finally releasing Alex from her squeeze, but maintaining a solid grasp on one of her hands. Katherine was already in a good mood upon arriving to the party, but an entrance like that, one that was such a crowd pleaser, only upped her excitement for the evening. Katherine was an emotional person, and just as it was easy to upset her, it was easy to enchant her as well, and Alex definitely had her in the partying mood now. "Let's do shots!" she suggested, because... well, when were shots a bad idea? "I would say we should be nice and do them with the rest of our friends," she began, nodding to where the others stood, just a few feet away, "But I don't want you anywhere near the devil in plaid," she continued, making reference to Vincent. "No matter how much you drink tonight, you promise you won't do anything with him, right?" Her puppy eyes came out momentarily, only to be replaced by a smile with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "Because I don't care if this is your party or not. I will have no problem tying you down to a bed upstairs and leaving you to think about betraying me, with a few painful reminders on why you should never do that again," she warned, though she couldn't keep herself from giggling as she toyed with the whip that in her hand.

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Lottie kept fidgeting with her wig feeling as if any moment it was just going to fall off or maybe she was messing with it because she needed something to mess with in order to get her nerves out. This was the most she has ever done for a costume, hell for a party with the wig, and the dress, and the makeup. And it didn't take a genius to know that Charlotte was way, way, way out of her safe zone of jeans, jackets, and her blonde hair. Honestly, she didn't know what to expect from people. For all, she knew perhaps people would think she was trying too hard, that she was trying so hard to be something she wasn't, and no amount of encouragement from Alex and Savannah about how that wouldn't happen would help. But, when Alex squealed in approval it did make Lottie stop messing with her wig. She scoffed as she covered her face like an embarrassed teenager in front of their overly excited mother. "I definitely approve! Ten out of ten. I'm a genius and you're both gonna get laid. Or at least felt up. Or drooled on. Take your pick."

"That's the plan for little Lottie here." Charlotte scoffed before shaking her head. "God, my hearing must be off because it sounds like you two are tryin' to mate me like a giant panda or, use me as a virgin sacrifice, or somethin'." Savannah rolled her eyes. "Sorry, big sis but we are getting you a little somethin', somethin' tonight. Even if it's just a good grindin' on." Savvy said as she looked at herself in her phone before taking several more pictures of herself. Lottie rolled her eyes as Savannah came next to her as took a picture of the twins together seeing that her followers went crazy over photos of the famous-ish 'Buchanan Twins'. Lottie nudged her sister's arm off of her shoulder as she looked towards Alex who was putting on the final piece of her costume. Which she had to admit looked pretty damn great. Before Lottie could compliment her best friend like she did to her when she first walked out of the closet there was a knock on the door only to reveal Ricky in a Nightwing costume before Alex could finish her annoyed sentence. The twins watched the exchange between the two, Lottie looking back towards both of her friends while Savannah was... 'preoccupied' looking at Ricky in his costume with a sly smirk on her face. Which frankly made Lottie want to gag. It was weird for her sister, her twin sister at that, undressing a guy she saw as one of her closest guy friends with her eyes knowing damn well that she wants to undress him with her hands as well. It was strange, but not her business. Savannah liked 'exploring her sexuality', which was fine as long as she was safe about it and stopped trying to get Lottie to break open her chastity belt before she was ready. "Well, don't my two favorite twins look absolutely decadent!" Savannah's smirk only widened as she started to roll her eyes. "We always do."

"No offense, Ricky. I adore ya and you know that but, I believe we're the only twins you know." The class president said before clicking her teeth. "If you're done eyeing my girls like they're raw meat, you can return downstairs, Nightwing. There's an entire floor filled with possibly tipsy and even wasted damsels just waiting for their knight in shining broodiness." Lottie pointed to her best friend with a look on her face that made it seem like Alex had a point. "Wasn't into somnophilia last I checked," Lottie smirked. "Wow, never thought I'd see the day that Ricky Silm wasn't into somethin'." She was joking, of course, it was just so much fun messing with him especially because she knows Savannah somewhat envied how comfortable Lottie was with the 'King Bee'. It presumably had something with him facing the fact that them ever sleeping together a long time ago along with most of her guy friends even if most of them still flirt with her for the fun of it. The twins watched Alex make Ricky get out only for him to find yet another way to stick around by taking a picture of the birthday girl. "She's so extra tonight and it's not even her birthday."

"Don't pull us down into that grave you got yourself into Ricky." Savannah interjected. Pretty much reading Lottie's mind as the twins held their hands up in defense. "Now, leave. Please. You two too. I'm coming in with the belly dancers, so I'll be down in a minute and I better see a drink that is not water, three-fourths juice, or soda in your hands, Lottie, by the time I get to you. I mean it." Lottie just scoffed as she kept her hands up as Ricky and Savannah started walking out. She could hear Ricky shouting followed by Savannah laughing only for Alex to throw a pillow towards him. "Okay okay. I promise your highness, one drink that's not three-fourths juice," She stopped short of the door. "Now go make this grand entrance somethin' even Beyonce would envy." She winked before walking out and heading down the stairs to find her sister. Who already found her way to the drinks. Shockingly. "Already drinking I see." Her sister wagged a finger as she handed her sister a shot. "Oh my God! One shot will not make you doomed to go to Hell or whatever, Charlotte! And No judgments tonight. If I want to drink or smoke a little something, that's on me. I think it just pisses you off who I buy it from." Lottie scoffed. "I couldn't care less if you buy it from the future face of America's Most Wanted. And I'm not judging. Just makin' an observation, is all." The twins sent one another a fake, sarcastic smile before Savannah raised an eyebrow. "Good, then bottoms up." Lottie threw the shot back like it was nothing just to shut her sister up. She made a slight face when she finally felt it burn in her throat before looking around. "I should go find Cliff or Ricky before the--.." Before she could finish her sentence she threw her hands up as the DJ faded the music and the lights went down, making it hard for Lottie to read her sister's lips if she was trying to say something to her. All she knew was that Savannah handed her another shot from the tray she must have just asked for. Charlotte watched Alex's performance with a smirk on her face and chuckles escaping her lips. Did she really expect anything less from Alexandra Boutros? A girl who pretty much lived her life by the phrase: 'Bigger is better.' She whooped like a proud mama as she watched Alex and the dancers. "That's my girl!

When the performance was over, Savannah waved a hand to get Lottie's attention. "Go hang with the cool kids. Imma go find 'my people'." Savannah winked before making her way with a shot in each hand leaving the last on for Lottie who just grabbed it but couldn't bring herself to drink it. What could she say? She kept her promise to Alex of having a drink in her hand, didn't mean she had to guzzle them down. She made her way to her friend group, trying to quiet the negative, anxious voice in her head saying how everyone was staring at her. Which she hoped to God wasn't the case but she couldn't bring herself to look around to confirm her suspicions. She would have went up to Alex but, she seemed busy with Kat. And she didn't want to interrupt the two while Savannah called it 'pussing out while the snow queen and her little follower tried to snake their way back into the first and second best friend spot in Alex's life.' Which Charlotte denied, she was happy the trio were mending the friendship they had and that didn't make Lottie any less important... Right? No! No negative talk tonight, she was going to have fun and that start by picking with her favorite little King Bee. She snuck up behind Ricky laying her head on his shoulder. "Hey guys!" She smiled with a wave towards Cliff and Sydney before turning her attention to Ricky with a sly smile. "Ricky, baby boy," She started with mocking the nickname she absolutely hated when he called her by it 'babygirl'. "I know my sister's the pretty one but, if you could not flirt with her that would be great'."

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Cliff nodded when Ricky commented on how this should be interesting. It was what Clifford was thinking too, because with Alexandra, things were always interesting. She was so talented in that sense. She knew how to captivate an audience, be it in her social life on a more intimate level, or with something that was meant to be public, like this party. As the soundtrack switched over, all he could do was keep his eyes glued on what was playing out in front of him. At the end, Rick's comment about how she didn't burn herself seemed to fall on deaf ears on Cliff's end, and if he were a cartoon character at that very moment, his jaw would have been hanging agape so far that it probably would have been touching the floor. Maybe that was a bit dramatic, but still, Clifford was impressed. He wasn't just impressed with the performance, and how cool it was that Alex seemed to know how to dance so well to such a specific style of dance, but also in her costume and how intricate it seemed, and just simply how great she looked. Alex always looked great. Her whole friend group was like that, really, where they could wear anything and still look flawless, but right now, when Alex was all made up and decked out in this costume, she looked really good. So much so, that Cliff was already reassuring himself that he had gotten not only Ricardo's approval and insistence that he try and make a move on Alex, but Vincent's approval as well. It was the latter that really mattered, morally speaking, but Rick was also a big enough influence that his word meant something too. Though Ricardo could definitely be an asshole at times, Clifford didn't think he would steer him towards a girl who he had absolutely no shot with at all.

"That was amazing," he found himself saying aloud, in a tone that expressed how in awe he really was. He had barely noticed Charlotte's arrival in the midst of it all, and he certainly had not noticed Thylane leaving, but as the party seemed to resume from where it had left off, he processed Charlotte's arrival more thoroughly, because that warranted a reaction of it own. She looked amazing herself, and Clifford couldn't help but to smile at the fact that Charlotte was clearly stepping out of her comfort zone with this look. "Hey Lottie. Nice costume, you look great," he smiled, though even she couldn't keep his attention for long, as Clifford found himself glancing back at Alex, who was now talking with Katherine. I what was probably a tiny step for most people, but a giant leap for him, he found himself walking over to the duo then. "That was awesome, Alex. I don't think anyone was expecting anything as cool as that," he said, upon arrival. "And that outfit is sick. Did you design it yourself?"

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