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Ricardo Slim-HelΓΊ

if I told you what I was, would you be scared?

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a character in “Gossip Girl: Spence High”, as played by chanelindistress

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{β€œDanger sweetens the brew. Makes it more delicious.” }
-Robin Maxwell, O, Juliet

{Animals: Maroon 5|| Break Your Heart: Taio Cruz|| Good Girls Go Bad: Cobra Starship|| Talk Dirty to Me: Jason Derulo}
{Enemy: The Weeknd|| Control: Halsey|| Monster: Imagine Dragons || I Put A Spell On You: Annie Lennox}



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Name
Ricardo Torrez Slim-HelΓΊ

Nicknames
"I'm not extremely particular when it comes to nicknames. I actually have an assortment and believe it or not, I'm actually alright with them. The most vulgar are always the best, though."
Rick, Slim or Ricky {Most common}; An assortment of other extremeties (ie. Asshole, Dick, Jerk, etc.)

Age
18

Date of Birth
July 31

Sexual Orientation || Sex Life?
"What can I say? I love the ladies. I just so happen to also like occasionally giving what someone else wants for the sake of getting what I want - whether that includes information or loyalty. Take that as you will, but I'm a simple guy and I'm not of the mind to deny myself the simple pleasures of using what I've got to get what and who I want when the time comes."
Heteroflexible

Relationship Status
"It's not that I can't do relationships. I can play the role that is required of me, I genuinely can. I just don't want to and it is what it is."
Unattached

Grade Level
12

Role
"The overarching belief is that I'm upset because, as one of Manuel's best friends, I wasn't chosen for King Bee. I wasn't even a thought. And the truth is that they're wrong. The thing about being King Bee is that you have appearances to think about and while that is still true for me as the son of the wealthiest man in Mexico, I don't need to be worried about that as both Carlos Slim's son and as the king of Spence. Not having that sort of spotlight gives me a sort of...freedom, and one that I've appreciated since moving to New York. And as I've told my mans Denzel, in good faith, all I gotta say is, 'Long live the King.'"
The Bad Boy

Hometown
"I was born in Mexico, but my father moved my mother and I up to this mansion when I was six. It's been home ever since."
Lomas de Chapultepec District, Mexico City, Mexico {Birth - 6 yrs old} || New York, New York, USA {6 yrs. old - Current}






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Quirks || Habits || Oddities
seems to always have a smirk of some kind on his face || always has a sketchpad in his bag or, in other cases, one small enough to fit into his back pocket and charcoal just to be able to draw when the mood strikes. which is often. || whistles while he waits, not because it's a sign of his impatience or because it makes time go by, but because he knows it annoys people || smokes at least two joints per day, one when he first gets up and the other right after school, if he doesn't have practice || plays around with igniting his lighter when he's bored || ends every day with a glass of scotch on the rocks, even though he knows his coach doesn't recommend it || wakes up every morning and goes a few rounds with the punching bag || does not like being handed things

Hobbies
β˜…sketching and amateur architectural design β˜…instigating and scheming, much to everyone else's chagrin, he's sure β˜…smoking marijuana β˜…being active, particularly muay thai and baseball β˜…attending various high-class social events β˜…playing video games, especially horror games and mario kart

Fear(s)
a total loss of control || being cut off completely from his father's wealth

Secret(s)
what happened when he was kidnapped: when Ricky was seven, during a visit back to Mexico, he was kidnapped by the cartel and held hostage for about a week. Other than the occasional roughening up and intimidation tactics sadistic men play on those they feel they have power over, Ricky had seemed alright. The truth, however, was that he had been raped after bad-mouthing one of his kidnappers. He never told his father and with that being said, he's never told anyone else. || was behind getting the drugs that a classmate used that resulted in her suicide || sociopath: after the kidnapping, Ricky's father still required him to undergo therapy for his uncontrollable bouts of rage. It was at twelve that they established that he might be a sociopath, but due to Carlos not wanting to accept that truth and Ricky refusing to take any more medication with that kind of "accusation," it has not been pursued.






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The problem with Ricky, and one that most people who know of his machinations or at least that he's involved in a situation to some degree, is that he doesn't care. Granted, there are a good number who believe that he's just that much of an entitled jerk at times to not care about how what he says and does affects the people around him, but that's not the case at all. His family's wealth and accomplishments have nothing to do with it. Whether he has lost that ability or simply never possessed it is a mystery, but the simple fact of the matter is that it is more than Ricky simply being the unbothered type. Because he can be bothered - and bothered immensely, if you can get it right...or wrong, depending on if you purposefully wanted to trigger him or something. Which, by the way, is not recommended. The thing is that Ricky takes the word remorseless and runs with it. No matter how far his machinations go, no matter who he has managed to hurt or what relationships he has managed to destroy, he's truly incapable of feeling the full depth of empathy or remorse that someone else would. He is capable of recognizing what action was wrong and why it was so, but - in his mind - it was only wrong to the people affected, not him. Being the calculated young man that he is, no game he has played nor move he has made has not been scrutinized to the highest of degree and decided upon without his belief that it will benefit him primarily. Anyone else's satisfaction is second rate compared to his own. And it doesn't matter if he's considered cruel or sadistic, at the end of the day, the only thing Ricky cares about his own satisfaction. And for a guy like Ricky, every single person - every relationship he has formed - can have a role is an object geared towards said satisfaction.

It isn't to say that Ricky just starts problems out of nowhere. Oh, if you leave it up to the public and the world his father introduced him to at a young age, Ricardo Slim-HelΓΊ is nothing short of a charismatic socialite with a lot of potential. It is quite easy for him to retain a loyal following from his peers and even a few adults, especially ones he's managed to charm the socks (and panties) off of. It doesn't hurt that to classmates, while suave, Ricky seems very easy-going and not hard to please. Of course, he takes pride and pleasure in the luxuries his parents' money has afforded him because it would be ridiculous not to, but he doesn't spend every waking second of his life desiring the most expensive meal while wearing the most expensive set of clothing. To some extent, Ricky is very simple because he does take pleasure in regular teenage boy things: practicing and training for baseball season, catching games of the various sports teams that he follows, playing video games with friends, smoking a joint while waiting for an order of pizza, etc. At the same time, however, because he is able to hold this almost harmless persona, Ricky is quite capable of being the manipulative little shit some of his oldest friends know him as, oftentimes showing off an impressive skill of getting people to let their guards down. A young man like Ricky is controlling and an indomitable force, seeking power over others partly because he refuses for anyone to think they can control him, but mostly because Ricky himself requires power. Not the one one feels they have in the limelight, but undercover - under the guise of playing whatever role people need him to play to feel comfortable with him, knowing that in truth, he is the one truly pulling the strings. He is an instigator, using the situations other people find themselves in for his own entertainment, to be able to push and see how far he can get another person to go all the while pretending that he isn't involved at all. And having them convinced he is not as well.

With that being said, a guy like Ricky not having the control he wants is a dangerous thing. On numerous occasions, even though his charms and manipulations have people thinking one thing, it has been noted that Ricky is a very selfish young man. To combat the accusation that was his diagnosis years ago, he desires to be the cold-hearted schemer because without that control - when he feels absolutely powerless and as if things aren't going his way - he can be hot-headed and reckless. Ricky is already bold, which can be fun for those he calls friends, but with the rage of not having power comes a lack of control over how far he himself is willing to go. His anger is not something to be trifled with. He is perfectly fine with forcing other people's hands, but he has control over his own - until he's pushed not to. And regardless of what he does, Ricky will always find a way to blame everyone else around him and never take responsibility for his own actions. It's just not in his nature to.






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Likes
β–²confident women β–²rough sex, though he's slowed it down if the other person needs it β–²most sports, but specifically baseball and soccer β–²versace, armani & ralph polo β–²parties β–²flirting β–²instigating issues between people β–²gossip β–²sketching and architecture β–²rumors about himself β–²video games and hanging out with friends β–²his mother β–²fyodor dostoevsky & machiavelli β–²milkshakes β–²being entertained β–²motorcycles β–²waking up late on Saturdays β–² asian takeout β–²marijuana β–²finding out what makes people tick and what their weaknesses are






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Dislikes
β–Όwhen people think he cares about their opinion β–Όanyonewho tries to damage the image he has constructed β–Όbeing underestimated β–Όkale β–Όanyone touching him in his sleep without permission β–Όflings who try to stay the night β–Όcommitment and being trapped β–Όthe chipotle franchise β–ΌGolf β–Όpublic transportation β–Όthings not going his way β–Όlosing β–Όnot having control β–Όpumpkin β–Όturkey bacon β–Όseeing people lie to themselves about who they are and what they want β–Όcoconut β–Όdealing with girls and their tears β–Όpigeons






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History
Ricky is the youngest out of seven children that belong to Carlos Slim, a Mexican business tycoon whose fortune derives from his extensive holdings in a considerable number of Mexican companies through his conglomerate, Grupo Carso, which includes education, health care, industrial manufacturing, transportation, real estate, media, energy, hospitality, entertainment, high-technology, retail, sports, and financial services. When your father is the seventh richest man in the world, and the richest man in your home country of Mexico, there's not much to actually complain about. Ricardo probably could have done without the five kidnappings he had to endure, but considering all of the luxurious opportunities he has been given and knowing that he'll never have to actually want for anything has been incentive enough to deal with all that he has to deal with. And a part of what he has to deal with is being the only child of Carlos Slim that the billionaire is seen with regularly around New York and the only one he actually lives with. As the saying goes, papa was a rolling stone and that couldn't be any truer for the Mexican business man. Not only does Carlos have seven children, he has four different women who birthed the children and only one of them is an ex-wife. Ricky is the result of an actual story of love. When Carlos' first wife told him to either stop his affairs, considering she had given him three and he ended up having three more kids with two different women, or she would file for a divorce, what she probably had not expected was for him to file te divorce for her. He had already been planning on moving permanently in his New York estate and once the divorce was finalized, and every child and their parent was given a home of their own to be in, Carlos was in the states and then he met the woman who would be Ricky's mother, Yesenia.

Yesenia was and still is a charitable Broadway actress who failed to be initially impressed by Carlos' typical bravado, which was new for him. There weren't many who weren't immediately charmed by his looks and suave attitude, and when they continued to meet at different charity dinners and galas, there was no mistaking that Carlos was a touch smitten. Eventually, after convincing Yesenia that he wasn't just trying to get in her pants, they turned their flirting and bantering into a full fledged relationship, then into a marriage. And Ricky, to this day, doesn't see his parents divorcing at all. Of course, at least three of his siblings don't see it as great, particularly because their mother - the first wife - is still bitter. In fact, as he and his oldest brother have agreed on, all of the mothers are bitter. Out of all of them, Ricky and Yesenia are the only ones to keep Carlos. In that light, it's a bit of a competition between the siblings. Who can control what? Who can keep their father's attention long enough to gain the biggest inheritance? Of course, Ricky isn't worried about nothing and never has had to be. He knows his Dad wants to make this a family empire and there's no real rush for him. All he has to do is continue being great; getting good grades, charming his way through politicians and business people, and playing his sports until it's time to get a bit more serious about his real estate ideas. Until then, though, he's willing to stir up a bit of trouble. Well, technically - he's willing to stir up a lot of trouble. How else is he supposed to entertain himself? He's not about to be cooped up in his mansion all day, after all.






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Ricardo Slim-HelΓΊ's Story

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Gossip Girl here, giving you all the details on the rather scandalous elites that attend Spence High. School has started back for these elites last week and it is the first weekend of the school year so I know there is bound to be some drama going down. Especially since the reigning King Bee, Denzel, posted on social media that he was having a yacht party to celebrate their survival from the first week of school. Just about anyone and everyone were invited to attend. The question is though, will you be attending? I know I will be. While there is a party going down in the matter of an hour or so, another scandal amongst these elites is after a sudden disappearance is the sudden reappearance of the flower girl known as Iris. Where has she been? No one truly knows but whenever someone finds out... I'll be here waiting. You know you love me.

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Denzel could not help but let out a light scoff from his lips as he placed his phone back into his pocket, reviewing over himself in the floor stand mirror in his room. He had posted on social media, Snapchat and Instagram specifically, about his yacht party and it was basically an "here's to surviving week one of hell" type of thing. Denzel heard a knock on his door as his mother entered and smiled towards him. "Oh, no. You're not going to give me the responsibility speech, are you?" Denzel inquired as his mother chuckled as she stepped closer to him and adjusted his collar slightly. "No. I know you'll be responsible. Just make sure everyone else is responsible on your father's..." Denzel interrupted her by calling him the much more proper term. "Stepfather." His mother sighed as she raised a hand up to him. "Whoever. Just make sure people do not damage his yacht, okay?" His mother continued as he nodded his head and she exited his room so that he could finish getting ready.

A thought crossed his mind though. 'Iris is back?' He pulled his phone out of his pocket and read the latest Gossip Girl blog one more time. It seemed like it was official but he just had to find out things for himself.

To: Iris
Are you really back? Did not tell me anything? You must come to my yacht party tonight. Remember where the docks are?


Denzel sent the message then exited his own room as she walked down the stairs, which led into the kitchen as his mother looked at him. "Taking the limo. See you later." He mentioned towards her as he pressed the button for the elevator and stood there, waiting. Denzel was excited for the night, honestly. This was his first official party as King Bee so he hoped that he'd do a good job at hosting it. The elevator dinged and the doors rolled opened before him as he stepped right on the inside. Honestly, he was nervous about tonight as he rocked on the balls of his feet until the elevator stopped and the doors opened up before him again. Stepping out, he reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone to send her royal highness, Sienna, a text message along with Jeremy.

To: Sienna
Can you at least try, I do mean try, to be nice tonight?


To: Jem
You coming to party, right?


Denzel sent the texts and was really eager to see their replies. Denzel really wondered if Jem was coming to the party or not and if Sienna was going arrive with Cam, whom he needed for some banter right about now. He knew that it was sort of a mistake to do but he did it anyway. Once he exited through the revolving door, his family's driver, Thompson was already out there and waiting for him. "To the docks, Thompson." Denzel said as he got into the limo then pulled up Instagram again to record a video.

"Yo, yo, yo, peeps. This ya' boy, King Denny and I am heading to the docks to board the yacht. Will you be there waiting for me or will I be waiting on you? Let's see shall we?" He posted the video on the app and received multiple likes within an instant. Luckily for him, the docks were not too far from where he lived in the city so he arrived there within fifteen or so minutes. Some people were already there as he greeted them then stepped foot onto the yacht.

His eyes examined the food and drinks and even greeted the bartender, just to make sure everything was in order as more people started to arrive at the docks. Denzel pulled his phone out of his pocket to see if either Iris or Sienna responded to his message yet. He grabbed himself a glass of the champagne that was near then walked over to the side of the yacht and chugged the glass down. It was no doubt that he was nervous, which was a feeling he tried not to show but it was there and hope no one notices.

He checked to see what the time it was, which it was approaching about seven o'clock and the yacht was going to dock in a few minutes. Denzel removed himself from the railing that he was leaning on for the moment to take out his cell phone, wondering to himself if he should text Christian or not. Just a simple would be alright, wouldn't? Denzel sighed as he started to type those three little letters towards Christian anyway.

To: Chris
Hey.

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"Gentlemen," Ricardo called and a bit of the chatter that occupied the grand room died out as all eyes turned to him. Having just returned from getting dressed, Ricky stood - a joint filled with a berry white cannabis strain in one hand, and a glass of Balvenie 50 Year Old Single Malt Scotch Whisky in the other. The hand with the whisky was raised towards his peers, dark eyes glittering beneath the overhead lights. "You've survived your first week back at the illustrious Spence and hopefully, managed to secure you parents' trust that you will be able to endure the rest of the school year," he said, this seeming ever-present sense of amusement tugging at one corner of his lips. There was a hum or two of agreement, and pleased with with the nods that followed, Ricky grinned darkly before adding, "Now, let's show them how misplaced that trust was." The resounding roars and cheers of excitement made Ricky guffaw before he tossed back what was left in his glass, his throat working to welcome the burn he called his oldest friend.

There were only one or two of the guys in his home that Ricky called a friend, but it wasn't out of character for him to have invited a number of them to a pre-gaming session with him whether in his home or at one of his favorite bars in the city. While Ricky could never care enough to hold a crown, he did act with respect to all of his connections and treated them all accordingly, allowing just a few a taste of his generosity and kinship in the form of sharing his weed and his liquor at the cost of loyalty and aid when the time came and he needed them. A good chunk of the guys he currently led down his family's private elevator were on the soccer team, much like Bash Belmonte, Ricky's typical crew. They were his teammates, sure, but they had also proven to be some of his most trust-worthy acquaintances. And Ricky learned from the best; you had to treat each and every ally right for them to treat you right. And after a first week of school and witnessing the climax of cataclysmic relationship destruction via social media, Ricky liked knowing what he had to look forward to and what he might need to...help along.

Pulling out his iPhone X, Ricky decided to add to his Instagram story once more, grinning at the immersive screen as he exclaimed, "Hey, D! Thought we'd bring the party to you." A chorus of exclamations served as a greeting to both Denzell and to the world at large, and Ricky chuckled as he noted the amount of views he recieved damn near immediately. Shrugging at the camera in a blase fashion, an almost euphoric sort of glee from the cannabis strain he was currently indulging in, he added playfully, "Hope you're ready for us." Someone howled once they got in the lobby, but all the doorman did was glance up at them before going back to his computer screen. Ricky only smirked before sharing the addition to his story and exiting out so that he could sent a quick text to his favorite little queenie.

To: Queen S
dis mean mi fave 3lw r back?

From the dismissive nature Sienna had taken up after two months of Iris' disappearance - though Ricky was wondering if her dismissive antics was truly due to that or something else - and the fact that Iris herself had yet to post anything about her girls since her supposed return when she had once been the most active in doing so, Ricky was more than sure the girls weren't on speaking terms just yet. He just wanted to mess with her as was their relationship. He liked antagonizing her, liked knowing that out of so many people in their world, he was one of the ones he got under her skin the most. Sienna responded as only queens did and she never truly lashed out like other simpletons he fucked with just to fuck with, but it was still an entertaining experience. Shaking his head at his own musing, Ricky slid his phone back into his pocket and took a long hit from his joint, sour and sweet of the berry melting in their soothing heat on his tongue as the guys loaded up into his limo. Just before entering, though, Ricky spotted Bash and clapped him on the back. "Bash, my man," he greeted. "Don't tell me you're gonna be holdin' out tonight. What coach doesn't know won't hurt him."

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"Should I feel some type of way," Sienna began, inquiringly, as she lay back on her bed, wrapped loosely in a silk blush robe that just barely hid the full view of her nude underwear and bra, phone in hand, "because your friend asked me to be nice? As if I'm not nice most of the time?" Anyone who didn't know Sienna like her friends did would immediately attempt to placate her, to assure her that of course she was a very nice person and that Denzel was being dramatic. Camille was not just anyone; she was one of the most important ones and considering the way the light danced in Sienna's hazel eyes, the way mirth brightened them and lifted the corners of her mouth in amusement, Camille wouldn't hesitate to call her on her bullshit.

It should come to the surprise of no one that the two of them would be preparing for the first party of the year together. The summer had been long and while Sienna would not say that it had been lonely without Camille at her side, it had been a new experience for her. For the both of them, to some extent. However, the second that Camille text her that she was outside of Sienna's home, Sienna had immediately let her up, made their plans, and then they had been off - a shopping trip neither of them truly needed considering the amount of clothes in their wardrobe, dinner at Petrarca where the scaloppine di vitello had been to die for and wine Sienna had forsaken two days of her medication for so as not to suspiciously go without drinking, and eventually back to Sienna's to shower and change. Thick, dark hair fanning out beneath her head as she watched Denzel's video from a few minutes ago play out without the sound, Sienna grinned and turned her head in Camille's direction. The taller girl tended to her own appearance there while Sienna lazed about, not exactly in a rush lest she look like she was pressed for yet another 'end of the summer extravaganza'. "I mean, I'm a bitch, sure," she continued. "But only, like, ninety-five percent of the time, right?"

Cam bit her lip to contain a laugh from spilling out in reaction to Sienna's playful dramatics. If she had let the laugh escape, she probably would have stabbed herself directly in the eye with the mascara she was currently applying. A black eye would certainly get attention at Denzel's yacht party, but it was hardly the look Cam was going for. Anyways, if there are any girls at Spence who don't need help to get attention, it is Cam and Sienna. The latter of which is Cam's best friend since childhood, whom she has been sorely missing all summer. Sure, the surfing in Australia this summer was exciting enough to keep her mind off of it for the most part, but without a doubt Cam would have preferred more Sienna in her Summer. Finishing her second coat of mascara, Cam spun around to face Sienna. "If anything, you should feel some type of way that your male counterpart thinks being nicer will make the party better. Maybe he's afraid if you're too glacial it'll sink his step-dad's yacht a la Titanic," Cam stood up from the stool she had been sitting on and walks over to Sienna, only to fall next to her in bed.

"Don't be so harsh on yourself! Only 90% of the time. And anyway, I think you're an angel. Less guardian, more Victoria's Secret," Cam added the last part while adjusting her position to throw her legs over Sienna's stomach. The casualness with which she does this is indicative of how long they have been friends- not many others would use the school's Queen Bee, and an Arnault, as a footrest. Cam isn't like many others. If she were, she and Sienna would never have become as close as they are. If Sienna wanted to feel affronted for becoming Camille's footrest, she couldn't. She was too busy pouting, scoffing at being considered a bitch only ninety percent of the time, though the seriousness of that affront could be questioned since her mouth didn't seem to know how not to smile. "Ummm, excuse you, I'm taking ninety-five and above only, ma'am," she insisted passionately. "Anything less and I'm clearly not doing my job right." Chuckling to herself, Sienna brought her phone back up to her face to see as she typed a cheeky response.

To: D
no promises

Her arm and phone dropping back down onto the furs beneath them, Sienna hummed to herself thoughtfully before speaking again. "Besides, I'd be more worried if the boat doesn't almost sink. You know the party was lame if two accidents and a fight doesn't happen." While Sienna typically sniffed her nose at the drunken violence that usually ensued at any party anyone has ever thrown, it was the fact of life. Whether someone was at Constance, Dalton, or Spence, there was no event hosted by their generation that didn't include one fight. "You're no one unless you're talked about," was a lesson Sienna had learned from countless older socialites who had schemed their way into their lifestyle, and it applied to events as well. If it wasn't talked about - if something huge didn't occur to gain media attention of some kind - then it wasn't worthy. And despite any reservations Sienna still had about Denzel's leadership, she did not seek his failure.

"Although I will admit, that doesn't exactly look like a fantasy bra. Please tell me you are wearing white to justify such boring underwear?" Cam is a big believer in fun underwear, whether that means sexy lacy bras or underwear with a picture of Einstein on the ass. Nude underwear just strikes her as so. . .blah. It made Sienna roll her eyes. Swatting one of her best friend's long legs, Sienna laughed at the abhorrence she could see on Camille's face at her underwear. "And what would you have me wear even though we both know no one but me is taking this off tonight, O Supreme Lingerie Extraordinaire?" Cam tapped her chin in mock thought, "Given your dothraki-esque comments, my first instinct is to say a leather bra. But I think that's a little too savage." She swung her legs off the bed and pushed herself up to a standing position. There was plenty of room for her to pace around dramatically as she considered the options.

Sienna snorted at Camille's supposed kindness, mockingly deadpanning, "How kind of you. I wasn't exactly prepared to play Mother of Dragons today, anyway." Leaning up so that she braced herself on her elbows, Sienna watched, tickled. "I'm thinking something a midnight blue. And who cares if no one else sees it- the point is that you know you're looking good. One of my cardinal rules is to always wear underwear that makes me smile." By that point, Cam was already over by Sienna's dresser, looking through the underwear drawer. She found something along the lines of what she was thinking of, blue with a black lace, and tossed it such that it hit Sienna in the face. "You can also wear something over it if you want, but that's up to you," the girl adds, referring to Sienna's state of undress.

She possessed a number of specially-crafted underthings, some more understated - such as the one she currently wore - than others. Sienna didn't particularly feel the need to dress up under her clothes for the evening, especially not now. She knew that she looked good regardless and God forbid it, but if something were to happen and Sienna had to take off her clothes, she was more than certain that the majority of her male classmates would confirm that she didn't need any lace or leather embellishments to hold their attention. But it made Camille happy and even though Sienna squawked gracelessly at having a bra slap her in the face, her friend's pleasure was more important at the moment. "How classy," she sniped without any real heat, holding the underwear that had landed on her flat stomach between her fingers. "Though I'm pretty sure I'll leave the exhibitionist kink to you, babe."

Cam gave Sienna a look that the girl by now will find very familiar. It is almost convincingly a glare, but something crinkles at the edges of her eyes that give away the playfulness behind the scowl. Her mouth still quirks at the corner, hinting at the hidden smile behind her half-heartedly pursed lips. "And I'll leave the ice kink to you, sweetheart," She returned back before her face immediately gave way to the softness that had been trying to slip through before. Once they leave for the party, and indeed once they have arrived, the two of them will become different people in the eyes of others. Some will look admiringly, others might behind closed doors whisper "bitch, slut, ice queen, plastic," and other such things. Here, however, safe in the room that they played in together so often as children, Cam and Sienna were just teenagers laughing and having a good time. It's a nice break.

Sienna's grin remained on her face as she sat up fully to take her phone and the new bra and panties set into the bathroom with her to change. She was at the door when she received Ricky's text and it didn't give her as much of a pause as it would have months ago, but her smile lessened to a degree as she entered the spacious, pristine bathroom so that she could go near the shower stall to change. No matter how close they were, Sienna didn't change her underwear in front of just anyone, not even Camille. In the process of taking the straps off of the newer bra, she casually decided to insert Iris into the conversation. "Speaking of audacious blondes, have you spoken to your friend? Did she tell you if she was coming tonight?" Whether Iris came or not was not going to ruin Sienna's evening, but she knew that she herself had done nothing but regard Iris' existence - when asked about her - with ice. She wouldn't hold it against Camille if she didn't do the same.

While Sienna slipped away to change, Cam checked her phone to see a message from her other childhood best friend, this one from a family a little less pristine than that of Sienna's, which brought out a snort. While it hadn't been her exact intention to be fashionably late, Cam had to admit that she's rarely exactly on time. That would require her to be far more anxious about other people than she is. Cam is only on time when she needs to be, and otherwise tends to roll in a few minutes late. Never quite so late that it raises too many eyebrows, mind you. Just shy from being excessively late but not close enough to punctual that nobody notices: this is the gray area in which Cam tends to fall.

To: Rozzy Bear
We may happen to be late and happen to be fashionable, but I promise the two things won't be directly connected. ;-)

As the text was sent off, Sienna's voice called out from the bathroom to touch on a subject that seemed to be on the tip of everyone's minds: Iris is back. Cam rolled her eyes at Sienna referring to the blonde as your friend, as though they hadn't been a trio. Still, the question was a good one. Cam knew that Iris was back in town, but truth be told she hadn't heard anything yet from the girl who used to be one of her closest friends. This stung a bit. "No, I haven't, but if she is at the party I'm going to talk to her," Cam had no reservations about admitting to this. Typically, she is no more forgiving than Sienna, but Iris was one of her good friends and thus is one of the select few, like Christian and Sienna, who are worth receiving the benefit of the doubt. They were perhaps the only three that she would afford second chances to. Sienna, of course, warranted even a third, but has never needed to use any get out of jail free cards with Cam. Sienna only hummed noncommittally, not even loud enough for Cam to have known whether or not she actually responded. She quickly changed out of one set of underwear and into the next, eyeing her phone's lock screen, leaving Ricky on read for a moment.

"Shit happens. I want to see what she has to say about it," Cam added, checking her phone again and made a face at Rick's video. "Speaking of shit, looks like Ricky and his goons are heading over now. Maybe if we beat them there we can convince Denzel to set sail and they'll have to swim if they want to join the party." Despite the solemnity that Ricky had just brought, Cam's words made Sienna's grin return and she picked unlocked her phone once more to send out a response to Ricky. Satisfied, she began wrestling her hair into something decent, her lithe, delicately curved form moving until she stood in the doorway of the bathroom. "A couple pounds of shit floating in the Hudson River...sounds like a regular old Tuesday," she commented dryly. "Let's do this. I need a Cosmo to enjoy this shit show."

To: Ricky
if u needed a wingman to satiate ur thirst, all u had 2 do was ask ;D

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Character Portrait: Camille Robinson Character Portrait: Sienna Gancia Arnault Character Portrait: Moonflower Watson Character Portrait: Denzel Wellington Character Portrait: Jeremy Quill Character Portrait: Ricardo Slim-HelΓΊ
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Denzel's phone chimed inside of his pocket as he waited a little while before checking it. He was currently attending to some guests that had come early and offered them refreshments along with drinks while they waited for everyone else to arrive. He dismissed himself from the group before he then took his phone out of his pocket and seen that Christian sent him a text. Just as he was about to respond to the message, Christian was standing right in front of him with his arm wrapped around Moonflower.

"Is this guy bothering you?" Denzel asked towards Moonflower, his eyes gazed upon her before they shifted towards Christian with a chuckle. "Yeah but Queenie has arrived yet and you know how that is. Jeremy probably won't come because he hasn't texted me back yet and we all know Sienna's little sidekick, Cam, is more than likely coming with her." He commented with a shrug of his shoulders. He glanced down at his cell phone and seen that Sienna had shot him a text back. Denzel sighed heavily at her response and did not bother to text her back because he did not want to provoke her or anything.

He placed his phone into his pocket then eyed Christian for the moment. "I think I do need to be a little tipsy right about now." Denzel said as he motioned with his fingers for Christian along with Moonflower to follow him to the table where the drinks were and the bartender. "Tequila shots?" He questioned towards both Moonflower and Christian right about now as the bartender went ahead and sat three shot glasses before them while twirling the tequila bottle in his hand.

"Oh, dude, Ricky's coming and he's not coming alone either." Denzel went ahead nodded for the bartender to pour him a shot but still waited for Moonflower's and Christian's response. He downed his shot then slammed his shot glass down on the countertop then looked at Christian. "He better not wreck this yacht or I am throwing him overboard." Denzel joked while leaning against the countertop now.