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Thayer Gallup [18] no place is boring if you've had a good night's sleep and have a pocket full of unexposed film.
Keevan Brennan [17] "I can't resist a good story."
Lucy Wood [16] throw sass around like confetti
Brooklyn Winslet [16] "Life is a game and I'm here to win it."
Lance Aguilar [16] take center stage, don't stay in the background
Daniel Ahn [15] "Only morons must use physical force to reach their desired ends."
Petra Kingsley [15] if our demons cannot dance, neither can we
Drake Darby [14] "Nerd Alert."
Katiana Brokenborough [14] goddamn right you should be scared of me.
Emerson Hill [13] "Gears and code and whatnot- that's simple. People are a little more complex."
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Jenny watched his eyes fall intently into focus, and she had dubbed this his βcamera faceβ. She had always thought it was quite cute when he concentrated on his photography, it was like he was in his own little world. This time, the subject was her. βStay putβ he said quietly as he aimed the camera at Jenny and she tried not to blush again. Thayer was always taking pictures of anything he came across, and Genevive had been a big help in some of his shoots. No matter how many times she was in front of the camera lens, it never made her any less nervous. As Thayer coached Drake about the proper way and technique to use a camera in this lighting Jenny tried not to fidget any so he could take a good picture. She had a soft smile on her face, as she heard the camera click, not even realizing she had been holding her breath the entire time.
Jenny turned her head sharply to the speakers as a small speech was made about this summer, followed by a thumping bass. The dance had started. Jenny turned back to Thayer with a grin, as he was already getting started with pouring two shots for the both of them. Jenny was never a heavy drinker or a huge βparty girlβ but this was the one night a year where she just let go to have fun with her best friend. Thayer handed her the shot, in a toast. βMy lady. May we get even drunker and laugh harder this year than all the others.β Jenny laughed with a nod of her head, βTo bad decisions, and best friendsβ she clinked the shot glass with Thayerβs before downing the shot, the liquid burning slightly in her throat.
After adjusting slightly to the shot she took a step back, and began moving slightly to the beat on her heels. She waggled her eyebrows teasingly at Thayer and then to Drake and Keevan, βLast one to the dance floor is a rotten eggβ before sashaying to the beat to the dance floor, and strangely enough she left a trail of daisies in her wake. They bloomed everytime her feet would touch a new spot in the grass. When Jenny drank, her powers gotβ¦ a little less controllable.
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You already know the answer to that, fuck yeah. We're the most musically inclined, it'll be good as fuck.
He raised his eyes across the bonfire to Lanceβs, who happened to be staring directly at him. Cayden just cocked his head slightly to the side a small smirk on his lips. He had always enjoyed Lanceβs company and friendship, heβd just wish that he didnβt pick such shitty friends to hang out with. Not to mention Lance had begun picking up the tendencies of the plastics and it was becoming exhausting for Cayden to keep up with.
He was abruptly taken out of his thoughts as someone ran into him, tipping the glass in his hands spilling it. βShit!β He said sharply in surprise, raising his eyes to the culprit. Air. He groaned slightly, she probably hadnβt even noticed she bumped into him. Thankfully, his shoes were the only thing tainted by the alcohol. βGreat. What a great start.β He muttered to himself turning to get some water from the table, grabbing a couple napkins. He tried his best to salvage what he could, scrubbing furiously but they were definitely stained.
Thayer's impromptu photo shoot of Jenny is perhaps the most blatant show of his affection yet, although the two of them are perhaps so blinded by their own crush that they can't see the feelings in the flash of the camera and Thayer's affectionate attention to detail. Behind them, the announcement that the dance is soon beginning is made. Keevan scans the crowd to try and pick out every new match that is dancing together tonight. Some of them are just friends joking around, some have simply grabbed the person nearest to them because they desperately want to feel truly included in the basically meaningless tradition.
Keevan is more interested in those who are nervously asking a crush to dance, or who are pointedly dancing with someone other than their significant other. The making and breaking of a couple is the most interesting part, to the young writer, with the rest of it often just feeling like fluff and filler. Of course, having never succeeded in a relationship for more than a few weeks, he hardly has an experienced approach to relationships. Keevan tends, instead, to fall for people he can't have, pine for three months or so, and then move on to another person just out of reach. He's too much of a romantic to take part in real romance. And yet, not so much of a romantic that he isn't interested in bringing the private out to the public. A celebration of human interaction, he would call his love for gossip. As a writer, he's always been good at sugarcoating.
"Why don't you two break tradition for once and go dance as a duo?" Keevan smiles at his own suggestion, giving Thayer a meaningful look that he believes to be subtle but is in fact quite transparent.
"After all, this may very well be Thayer's last summer here, right? Oh, lord, I think I may make myself cry thinking of that," Keevan mocks wiping a tear from his eye, but the thought of Thayer's graduation does bring him genuine pain. What would he do without his roommate and best friend? What if he gets bunked up with some obnoxious busybody his senior year? Certainly two of those in one room would become incredibly grating.
Jenny has a similar thought, challenging them all to a race to the dance floor. Keevan laughs as she darts off, and as soon as she's out of earshot looks over at Thayer and gives him an encouraging nudge. "No dancing as a group for this song, big guy. I want to see hands around waist, with at least two feet of space in between you. Wouldn't want to feel too intimate, would you?" He gently pushes Thayer forward so that the ginger will be the closest behind Jenny. Keevan, for his part, hangs back a few seconds and winks at Drake who is just as aware of the situation as he is.
Emerson, thankfully, is pulled out of her little moment of melancholy by a friendly figure appearing and giving her a much needed hug. She looks over and immediately the wistful expression melts away to one of happiness at the sight of Mina, one of her absolute favorite people at this school. "Want to show those guys how it's really played?" Em follows the line of Mina's gesture to see a table at which a group of people are playing or spectating flip cup. Fond of any sort of competition, and at this moment very in favor of anything that leads to her having a few more drinks to chase away the sad nostalgia that is caught in her throat at the moment, Emerson gives Mina a tight squeeze back.
"That is exactly what I want to do right now- are you sure you weren't admitted to this school as a telepath? Have you been poking around my brain by any chance?" Em jokes. Of course, anyone who has seen any of Mina's art will know without hesitation why the talented artist was admitted to Laurel. As far as Em is concerned, Mina's art puts her inventions to shame. She could sit in a room and watch Mina work for hours without getting bored, which is saying quite a lot considering how Em tends to be quite antsy when not working on her own tinkering projects.
Em grabs Mina's hand and drags her over to the flip cup table, where they are met with more drinks and a cocky group certain of their victory. What they have not counted on are Em and Mina's fine motor skills, both quite adept for separate reasons.
The text from Kat buzzes in Em's pocket, but she is too caught up in the game to check the phone, quickly draining the drink in her cup and going into deep focus mode as she flips it over after three tries. She can normally do it in one, but Em would be lying if she said the alcohol was not affecting her in any way. Already her normally quick hands are starting to slow a little bit. In her attempt to cheer up, she had certainly had a few too many drinks. To be fair, most of the damage had come from that game of drunk Jenga earlier.
Kat arrives as Mina is taking her turn, giving Em the freedom to glance over at her friend and give her a large, almost sheepish smile. She already knows that Kat will be coming with a good-hearted scolding. "I'm not hungry! The poptarts were brown sugar, too, which makes them the least junk-foody of the poptarts. And I had two of them. Where's your drink? Oh, Kat, I'm going to feel silly if everyone else is more put together than me."
This, of course, is inevitable. Even when she is completely sober, most people seem to be better put together than Em.
Daniel raises an eyebrow at Petra's challenge, but it one that he feels completely comfortable rising to. As cold as he seems, Daniel is actually quite good at taking care of other people when they get a bit too sloppy. Perhaps it is from his efficient control that this skill comes from. There may not always be warmth in the way he takes care of people, but he will without fail have a drunk friend tucked into bed with a glass of water and two aspirins on their bedside table for them in the morning. He has had to do this for many friends in the past, especially since several in his clique have a penchant for partying.
Brooklyn demands a future dance out of Daniel, to which he responds with an indulgent smile and an expression that makes it clear he is quite confident he'll be able to get out of it later. For all of his skills and talents, Daniel has two left feet, and prefers to avoid showcasing the weakness to the entire school. The smile fades quickly as he catches sight of something.
Most people would not catch Brooklyn's sleight of hand, but Daniel has always been the one who sees through magicians' acts. Besides, he and Brooklyn have been friends for nearly as long as he has been at Laurel, and the young woman would have trouble slipping anything past someone who has paid such close attention to her for so long.
Of course, Daniel does not say anything, because he would never do such a thing in front of other people. Truth be told, he is unlikely to do it in front of even just Brooklyn. Daniel is less inclined towards a confrontational intervention and more someone who works through small, subtle acts. He makes a note to keep a close eye on Brooklyn and Petra alike tonight. As they both disappear into the crowd of dancers, he remains back, but still able to see them over the heads of others. He is a silent guard, a watchmen in the night. Perhaps the perceived positions of the group are inaccurate. It seems that Brooklyn and Petra are more like a pair of co-ruling queens, and Daniel the one who watches and protects them.
Keevan is more interested in those who are nervously asking a crush to dance, or who are pointedly dancing with someone other than their significant other. The making and breaking of a couple is the most interesting part, to the young writer, with the rest of it often just feeling like fluff and filler. Of course, having never succeeded in a relationship for more than a few weeks, he hardly has an experienced approach to relationships. Keevan tends, instead, to fall for people he can't have, pine for three months or so, and then move on to another person just out of reach. He's too much of a romantic to take part in real romance. And yet, not so much of a romantic that he isn't interested in bringing the private out to the public. A celebration of human interaction, he would call his love for gossip. As a writer, he's always been good at sugarcoating.
"Why don't you two break tradition for once and go dance as a duo?" Keevan smiles at his own suggestion, giving Thayer a meaningful look that he believes to be subtle but is in fact quite transparent.
"After all, this may very well be Thayer's last summer here, right? Oh, lord, I think I may make myself cry thinking of that," Keevan mocks wiping a tear from his eye, but the thought of Thayer's graduation does bring him genuine pain. What would he do without his roommate and best friend? What if he gets bunked up with some obnoxious busybody his senior year? Certainly two of those in one room would become incredibly grating.
Jenny has a similar thought, challenging them all to a race to the dance floor. Keevan laughs as she darts off, and as soon as she's out of earshot looks over at Thayer and gives him an encouraging nudge. "No dancing as a group for this song, big guy. I want to see hands around waist, with at least two feet of space in between you. Wouldn't want to feel too intimate, would you?" He gently pushes Thayer forward so that the ginger will be the closest behind Jenny. Keevan, for his part, hangs back a few seconds and winks at Drake who is just as aware of the situation as he is.
Emerson, thankfully, is pulled out of her little moment of melancholy by a friendly figure appearing and giving her a much needed hug. She looks over and immediately the wistful expression melts away to one of happiness at the sight of Mina, one of her absolute favorite people at this school. "Want to show those guys how it's really played?" Em follows the line of Mina's gesture to see a table at which a group of people are playing or spectating flip cup. Fond of any sort of competition, and at this moment very in favor of anything that leads to her having a few more drinks to chase away the sad nostalgia that is caught in her throat at the moment, Emerson gives Mina a tight squeeze back.
"That is exactly what I want to do right now- are you sure you weren't admitted to this school as a telepath? Have you been poking around my brain by any chance?" Em jokes. Of course, anyone who has seen any of Mina's art will know without hesitation why the talented artist was admitted to Laurel. As far as Em is concerned, Mina's art puts her inventions to shame. She could sit in a room and watch Mina work for hours without getting bored, which is saying quite a lot considering how Em tends to be quite antsy when not working on her own tinkering projects.
Em grabs Mina's hand and drags her over to the flip cup table, where they are met with more drinks and a cocky group certain of their victory. What they have not counted on are Em and Mina's fine motor skills, both quite adept for separate reasons.
The text from Kat buzzes in Em's pocket, but she is too caught up in the game to check the phone, quickly draining the drink in her cup and going into deep focus mode as she flips it over after three tries. She can normally do it in one, but Em would be lying if she said the alcohol was not affecting her in any way. Already her normally quick hands are starting to slow a little bit. In her attempt to cheer up, she had certainly had a few too many drinks. To be fair, most of the damage had come from that game of drunk Jenga earlier.
Kat arrives as Mina is taking her turn, giving Em the freedom to glance over at her friend and give her a large, almost sheepish smile. She already knows that Kat will be coming with a good-hearted scolding. "I'm not hungry! The poptarts were brown sugar, too, which makes them the least junk-foody of the poptarts. And I had two of them. Where's your drink? Oh, Kat, I'm going to feel silly if everyone else is more put together than me."
This, of course, is inevitable. Even when she is completely sober, most people seem to be better put together than Em.
Daniel raises an eyebrow at Petra's challenge, but it one that he feels completely comfortable rising to. As cold as he seems, Daniel is actually quite good at taking care of other people when they get a bit too sloppy. Perhaps it is from his efficient control that this skill comes from. There may not always be warmth in the way he takes care of people, but he will without fail have a drunk friend tucked into bed with a glass of water and two aspirins on their bedside table for them in the morning. He has had to do this for many friends in the past, especially since several in his clique have a penchant for partying.
Brooklyn demands a future dance out of Daniel, to which he responds with an indulgent smile and an expression that makes it clear he is quite confident he'll be able to get out of it later. For all of his skills and talents, Daniel has two left feet, and prefers to avoid showcasing the weakness to the entire school. The smile fades quickly as he catches sight of something.
Most people would not catch Brooklyn's sleight of hand, but Daniel has always been the one who sees through magicians' acts. Besides, he and Brooklyn have been friends for nearly as long as he has been at Laurel, and the young woman would have trouble slipping anything past someone who has paid such close attention to her for so long.
Of course, Daniel does not say anything, because he would never do such a thing in front of other people. Truth be told, he is unlikely to do it in front of even just Brooklyn. Daniel is less inclined towards a confrontational intervention and more someone who works through small, subtle acts. He makes a note to keep a close eye on Brooklyn and Petra alike tonight. As they both disappear into the crowd of dancers, he remains back, but still able to see them over the heads of others. He is a silent guard, a watchmen in the night. Perhaps the perceived positions of the group are inaccurate. It seems that Brooklyn and Petra are more like a pair of co-ruling queens, and Daniel the one who watches and protects them.
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The thing was that Katiana could have a good time and probably would, eventually. Maybe. It depended - on what, she didn't know just yet. But the second Emerson turned to her with damn near glassy eyes and a a smile that was much larger than she normally would have amidst Katiana's light scolding, she already knew that she would be putting 'a good time' on hold for a little while, if only to assure Emerson a not-so-unpleasant hangover. She more than likely wouldn't be able to save the blonde from the hangover she subjected herself too because there was no denying that a hangover was coming, but she'd at least be able to stop an even worse one from forming. Hopefully.
"You do know that that's not how junk food works, right?" She inquired, impassive as she observed Mina and the game. "Junk food is junk food, and none of it is gonna soak up any of whatever you had to drink tonight." Sparing Emerson a calculative glance, Katiana smirked at the other girl, speculating in her head on what could have caused her friend to go crazy with the alcohol already. It wasn't surprising that Emerson had given into the allure of alcohol at an event where everyone was doing it; she was impulsive like that. It was one of the reasons why Katiana loved her, in the first place. However, indulging this quickly into the night and having the alcohol effect her this quickly only meant that something had triggered her, and Katiana didn't need anything making it worse. Sighing, her smirk turned into a more placating smile as she said, "How 'bout this? I'll get a drink if you come get real food with me after this game. I'll even let you pick what I drink."
"You do know that that's not how junk food works, right?" She inquired, impassive as she observed Mina and the game. "Junk food is junk food, and none of it is gonna soak up any of whatever you had to drink tonight." Sparing Emerson a calculative glance, Katiana smirked at the other girl, speculating in her head on what could have caused her friend to go crazy with the alcohol already. It wasn't surprising that Emerson had given into the allure of alcohol at an event where everyone was doing it; she was impulsive like that. It was one of the reasons why Katiana loved her, in the first place. However, indulging this quickly into the night and having the alcohol effect her this quickly only meant that something had triggered her, and Katiana didn't need anything making it worse. Sighing, her smirk turned into a more placating smile as she said, "How 'bout this? I'll get a drink if you come get real food with me after this game. I'll even let you pick what I drink."
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When Sol brought up her imaginary line of guys, the laugh felt like it was punched out of Mason and he found his shoulders growing more and more lax, once more back to a state that felt less like nervousness and more like normal. Which was a lot better - no, scratch that, it was much better than feeling as if he would be saying the wrong thing. The situation Kat had put him in wasn't one he was familiar with and it was weird to navigate out of the discomfort and awkwardness left in the other girl's wake. "Damn, NΓΊΓ±ez, a whole line? How the hell am I supposed to compete with that?" was his retort with a wry grin. And when she told him that she'd concede to his request for a dance, he feigned a damn near affronted look. "Somewhat pleasant? I'll have you know that that was only a tease. I do my best shows on Saturdays at eleven o'clock," he told her, shaking his head when he followed her line of vision to where Brooklyn and Petra were.
Ask Mason on any given day, and he would tell you that it wasn't that Brooklyn wasn't pretty or that he actually had an altercation with Petra that resulted in his dislike of either. Because Brooklyn was pretty - really pretty - and he and Petra didn't interact enough for there to be any personal discord. However, that didn't stop him from disliking them and wanting nothing to do with either of them. It didn't help that it didn't take a genius to know that neither girl particularly liked Soledad much to begin with. When Sol moved to pull away from him, Mason reached over to grasp the hand that had been gripping his arm, an earnest glint in his eyes as he gazed down at her and said, "You and I both know I don't need to owe you shit to wanna dance with you." He shrugged. "I just do." Mason found himself staring a few seconds longer than necessary, but not exactly wanting to look away. Whether it was to convey the sheer honesty of his words or simply because of the way the still setting sun made the brown of her skin look even more golden than it already was, he wouldn't be able to say. But, after a moment too long, he licked his lower lip and smirked again, voice teasing as he added, "'Sides, gorgeous, who else am I gonna have fun and piss some people off with?" With her hand still in his, Mason - laughing - pulled Sol to spin her, hoping to start the having fun part (and putting aside the way his heart had damn near lurched at what felt like a confession a few seconds ago).
Ask Mason on any given day, and he would tell you that it wasn't that Brooklyn wasn't pretty or that he actually had an altercation with Petra that resulted in his dislike of either. Because Brooklyn was pretty - really pretty - and he and Petra didn't interact enough for there to be any personal discord. However, that didn't stop him from disliking them and wanting nothing to do with either of them. It didn't help that it didn't take a genius to know that neither girl particularly liked Soledad much to begin with. When Sol moved to pull away from him, Mason reached over to grasp the hand that had been gripping his arm, an earnest glint in his eyes as he gazed down at her and said, "You and I both know I don't need to owe you shit to wanna dance with you." He shrugged. "I just do." Mason found himself staring a few seconds longer than necessary, but not exactly wanting to look away. Whether it was to convey the sheer honesty of his words or simply because of the way the still setting sun made the brown of her skin look even more golden than it already was, he wouldn't be able to say. But, after a moment too long, he licked his lower lip and smirked again, voice teasing as he added, "'Sides, gorgeous, who else am I gonna have fun and piss some people off with?" With her hand still in his, Mason - laughing - pulled Sol to spin her, hoping to start the having fun part (and putting aside the way his heart had damn near lurched at what felt like a confession a few seconds ago).
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"Boo!... Fine, but I'm getting a dance tonight from you if you're not drinking. I'll be nice so you can wait until everyone's too drunk to remember your dancing skills.
Petra laughed, well aware of how this game worked; it was as annual an event as the bonfire itself, the two of them trying in vain to get Daniel to dance (they'd even tried convincing him to sing, once, although that had gone down about as successfully as one would have expected). She doubted she'd catch him on the dancefloor any time soon, but the night was one of many possibilities, so she held out hope for a sudden elimintation of inhibitions. Was there any powerful here with that ability? Surely not. They'd be even more dangerous than her, and that would be... terrifying.
Her grin faded as she catches sight of his own falling smile, however, her brow rising questioningly as she follows his gaze to Brooke. She had no time to question the gaze, however, has Brooke grabbed her offered hand with enough zest to send her stumbling. "Let's dance!" Thankfully able to catch herself, she follows Brooke into the thrum of people.
The warmth of bodies enveloped her, cradling her comfortingly. She usually hated crowds, but there was something about the alcohol mixed with the energy around her, that produced a new, especially intoxicating cocktail. Her mind abuzz, she ran a hand through her hair and lifted Brooke's hand into the air, inciting a spin.
The worry of Daniel's expression lingered vaguely, through, as Petra danced, although as the alcohol began to hook itself, she could feel the concerns fading. She could anticipate what Daniel had seen- she knew Brooke better than she knew herself, after all. But she wasn't about to judge- with her baggage, such a thing would be hypocritical. Not to mention that she'd tried before, in her subtle ways. She broached gentle conversations, and offered an ear and a shoulder, but there was little more she could do. She had no doubt that if she began to fear for the girl's safety, she would do what she had to do (she might lose one of her most precious people in the process, but even that was better than having them lose themselves). But not now, and not tonight.
Tonight was a night for dancing and drinking and forgetting.
And so, with a carefree smile, she did.
Petra laughed, well aware of how this game worked; it was as annual an event as the bonfire itself, the two of them trying in vain to get Daniel to dance (they'd even tried convincing him to sing, once, although that had gone down about as successfully as one would have expected). She doubted she'd catch him on the dancefloor any time soon, but the night was one of many possibilities, so she held out hope for a sudden elimintation of inhibitions. Was there any powerful here with that ability? Surely not. They'd be even more dangerous than her, and that would be... terrifying.
Her grin faded as she catches sight of his own falling smile, however, her brow rising questioningly as she follows his gaze to Brooke. She had no time to question the gaze, however, has Brooke grabbed her offered hand with enough zest to send her stumbling. "Let's dance!" Thankfully able to catch herself, she follows Brooke into the thrum of people.
The warmth of bodies enveloped her, cradling her comfortingly. She usually hated crowds, but there was something about the alcohol mixed with the energy around her, that produced a new, especially intoxicating cocktail. Her mind abuzz, she ran a hand through her hair and lifted Brooke's hand into the air, inciting a spin.
The worry of Daniel's expression lingered vaguely, through, as Petra danced, although as the alcohol began to hook itself, she could feel the concerns fading. She could anticipate what Daniel had seen- she knew Brooke better than she knew herself, after all. But she wasn't about to judge- with her baggage, such a thing would be hypocritical. Not to mention that she'd tried before, in her subtle ways. She broached gentle conversations, and offered an ear and a shoulder, but there was little more she could do. She had no doubt that if she began to fear for the girl's safety, she would do what she had to do (she might lose one of her most precious people in the process, but even that was better than having them lose themselves). But not now, and not tonight.
Tonight was a night for dancing and drinking and forgetting.
And so, with a carefree smile, she did.
Thayer Gallup
Thayer's smirk never faltered as Jenny spoke, clinking her glass with his. It was always good to see when she let herself loose on nights like tonight. She seemed to be worrying about something constantly, even though everytime he asked she assured him it was nothing. Thayer had known her long enough to be sure that wasn't true.
That wasn't going to be on his mind tonight, though. As she sauntered off towards the dance floor, making it a competition out of getting their first, his eyes just followed her, happy that whatever usually occupied her mind didn't seem to be home tonight.
Suddenly remembering Keevan's comment, "Why don't you two break tradition for once and go dance as a duo?" that he'd said just before Jenny was out of earshot, he turned and rammed his elbow into his best friend's gut. Luckily, it didn't seem as though she had heard his remark (or at least she had acted as if she didn't). As Thayer turned to scold him, he opened his mouth once more and added, "No dancing as a group for this song, big guy. I want to see hands around waist, with at least two feet of space in between you. Wouldn't want to feel too intimate, would you?" Then he'd shoved further towards the dance floor.
With half a mind to go back, and the other half to do it and just use Keevan's taunting as a motive for action, he hesitated standing in no man's land. He wasn't quite on the outskirts where those who choose to sit back and watch reside but he also isn't yet in the space used for dancing. Rubbing the back of his neck with downcast eyes, a small smile tugged at the corner of Thayer's lips and a breathy chuckle escaped his mouth as he notices the trail of daisies Jenny left in her trot to dance.
What a lightweight. He thought, rolling his eyes before jogging over to where she's dancing. "No breadcrumbs?" Thayer teased, motioning down to the flowers littered in the grass. "I literally gave you one shot. Unless-" He feigned shock, throwing one hand over his heart. "Did little Jenny pregame? Or are you just that much of a lightweight?" Using the liquid courage he'd already had four cups of, he offered her an uncharacteristic wink, sure that he looked ridiculous doing so.
There was a battle going on in his mind, his want to dance, really dance with Jenny this time mixed with the courage from the alcohol and Keevan's comment about it being his last year, last chance, versus the unknown. The two had been close for years and he'd never picked up on any sign pointing to her having feeling for him as he did for her. It was too soon. He wasn't ready. He couldn't do it. His hesitation was definitely noticeable for anyone watching the two close enough, which he was sure Keevan was.
He had already opened his mouth in case he was able to force the words out, so now he closed it again. It opened again a few seconds later and still he could get no words to come out. Damn it! He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Usually the alcohol made him braver and more fun, not stupid and mute. Offering her an apologetic look, he shrugged, sighed, and gave up, closing his mouth again.
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"That is exactly what I want to do right now- are you sure you weren't admitted to this school as a telepath? Have you been poking around my brain by any chance?"
Mina fake gasped, "I have been exposed." Mina let herself be dragged towards the table, the guys already looking towards them, probably expecting an easy victory. "My life is over!" Her flare for the dramatics a sure sign that the few shot she'd had earlier had already started to affect her, which was a surprise, Mina had a much higher alcohol tolerance than most of her friends. Did she only have a sandwich today, she tried to remember, but she came up blank. She will be sure to fix that as soon as they beat those guys. As Em was taking the the first drink, Mina was trying to asses the guys playing. Two of the four of them were already way too drunk, one was frequently checking his phone, probably waiting for a text from his girlfriend, and the last one was checking Mina out. This will be easy.
"Hey, love. Don't tell me you've been seduced by drunken tomfoolery too." Mina turned to Kat and sent her kiss, "Please, you know I'm the one does the seduction here." She turned and winked at her opponent before she downed her drink and flipped her cup. She took a quick glance to Emerson and Kat, before she drank and flipped the last few cups in rapid succession leaving the guys blinking at her, not yet sure how they should feel about losing.
"Did someone mention food?" Mina hugged Kat's waist, "I'm sure I should eat something, maybe even drink a bottle of water. As should you, Em. Otherwise I'm sure we would regret it tomorrow."
Emerson doesn't mean to be a temporary stopper on Kat's party. She never seems to mean any harm towards anyone- frankly, Emerson hardly even means any harm to flies that buzz rather annoyingly around her. She's more inclined towards softness, sad but not malicious bitterness, and other such things. And yet this path has already been stepped on with one strong, careless foot when she drank too much without thinking about the obligation that Kat might feel to take care of her later on. Sadly, bright as Emerson is she is also quite dense, and doesn't catch on to the hold she has put on Kat's night. All she hears is the girl (not incorrectly) criticizing her food choice with traces of maternal concern in her voice. Emerson is many positive things: she is cheerful, she is smart, she is driven. Responsible, however? It may make cameos in her life, but for the most part she leans more towards spontaneity and carelessness. This is perhaps why Kat is such a crucial presence in her life. It is certainly why she, only half focuses on Kat's concerns at first, instead cheering in celebration when Mina wins the game for their team.
Her full attention finally focuses on Kat, who very much deserves it. "Poptarts are carbs! And carbs soak it up. Or is that starches? You know, I never really enjoyed those health classes they made us take in middle school and freshman year," she admits that her knowledge is pretty shaky when it comes to dietary needs and requirements. In this category, Kat is certainly the more reliable source of information.
Mina jumps to Kat's side, and Em smiles and shrugs knowing she is half-heartedly fighting a losing battle. "Alright, alright. Victory snacks it is! And luckily for you, I am completely lacking in creativity when it comes to drinks, so I'll settle for a vodka cranberry juice. Or maybe we can do a round of shots together, to bring in the new summer? Our final summer?" The last tack-on is half meant to encourage leniency, but ultimately makes Em a little sad to think about. After spending all of her life at Laurel, the idea of leaving it within the next year is incredibly daunting. Especially as she hasn't started any college applications yet due to sheer nervousness that seems to overtake her anytime she starts them. It's as though beginning an application will push her closer to the future and further from Laurel, something that makes her incredibly antsy to think about.
Em links her arms with Mina and Kat, and then smiles with a renewed brightness that comes from a valiant effort at pushing down those thoughts. "Shall we?"
Her full attention finally focuses on Kat, who very much deserves it. "Poptarts are carbs! And carbs soak it up. Or is that starches? You know, I never really enjoyed those health classes they made us take in middle school and freshman year," she admits that her knowledge is pretty shaky when it comes to dietary needs and requirements. In this category, Kat is certainly the more reliable source of information.
Mina jumps to Kat's side, and Em smiles and shrugs knowing she is half-heartedly fighting a losing battle. "Alright, alright. Victory snacks it is! And luckily for you, I am completely lacking in creativity when it comes to drinks, so I'll settle for a vodka cranberry juice. Or maybe we can do a round of shots together, to bring in the new summer? Our final summer?" The last tack-on is half meant to encourage leniency, but ultimately makes Em a little sad to think about. After spending all of her life at Laurel, the idea of leaving it within the next year is incredibly daunting. Especially as she hasn't started any college applications yet due to sheer nervousness that seems to overtake her anytime she starts them. It's as though beginning an application will push her closer to the future and further from Laurel, something that makes her incredibly antsy to think about.
Em links her arms with Mina and Kat, and then smiles with a renewed brightness that comes from a valiant effort at pushing down those thoughts. "Shall we?"
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When Mason reached for her hand, Soledad could feel her smirk grow and her eyes squint a bit. Not because she didn't want him to stop her from moving away but because she didn't expect it. In all honesty, she didn't know what she expected to happen when she told him that he didn't have to dance with her. It wasn't like he was going to say something along the lines of 'Wow, you're right.' and just walk away but, she didn't think he'd do what he did or say what he said. When he looked down at her, she just met with his big brown eyes as she looked up towards him. Her smile grew even more before she chuckled softly. And the pair just sort of stayed there, looking at each other. Sol knew she was smiling like an idiot and if Kat saw she would never let the New Yorker live it down. Ever. She didn't know what was wrong with her. This wasn't like how Sol usually acted. Mason flirted with her all the time. He winked at her all the time. They made flirty comments towards each other all the time. It was the one thing she could always rely on when they were together.
But, this felt... different. This was uncharted territory for her and in response, Soledad responded differently. She felt like if she didn't snap out of it she'd snap his hand like a twig. Soledad couldn't think much of it. If she did she'd find herself dodging Mason, Kat, and Kat's questions all night. So, she did what she did best. Dodge the comment entirely as if it was never said. Luckily for her, Mason broke the silence with a smirk on his face and sarcasm oozing through his voice. As he spoke, she made 'tsk' sound before rolling her eyes before being completely off guard once again but this time with him spinning her. Which ended with his arms nearly wrapped around her.
"Oh, you'd be fine. You'd find someone else," She looked up to him still his arms around her and a smirk on his face. "They just, ya know, wouldn't be as good as me." She winked towards him and nudge his side harder than she needed to just to show off that she was stronger than him and project who was really in charge during this dance. Something she has felt was her duty since the incident either of them chose not to talk about that almost ended with Soledad getting a concussion. "But, c'mon. Let's go show off your amazing dance partner and you betta be able to keep up, pretty boy. 'Cause I ain't slowing down for no man."
But, this felt... different. This was uncharted territory for her and in response, Soledad responded differently. She felt like if she didn't snap out of it she'd snap his hand like a twig. Soledad couldn't think much of it. If she did she'd find herself dodging Mason, Kat, and Kat's questions all night. So, she did what she did best. Dodge the comment entirely as if it was never said. Luckily for her, Mason broke the silence with a smirk on his face and sarcasm oozing through his voice. As he spoke, she made 'tsk' sound before rolling her eyes before being completely off guard once again but this time with him spinning her. Which ended with his arms nearly wrapped around her.
"Oh, you'd be fine. You'd find someone else," She looked up to him still his arms around her and a smirk on his face. "They just, ya know, wouldn't be as good as me." She winked towards him and nudge his side harder than she needed to just to show off that she was stronger than him and project who was really in charge during this dance. Something she has felt was her duty since the incident either of them chose not to talk about that almost ended with Soledad getting a concussion. "But, c'mon. Let's go show off your amazing dance partner and you betta be able to keep up, pretty boy. 'Cause I ain't slowing down for no man."
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"Do you already have a partner for the dance?" Sean looked at Pepperβs friendly face, blinked twice and then looked out at the gathering dancers. He hadnβt even realised theyβd already called for the partner dance. I tradition invented for embarrassment and scandal if you asked him. Sean had only participated once, and that with Emerson when he was still in the wooing stage of their relationship. So the answer was easy, no he didnβt have a partner lined up. But neither did he care to.
βYeah, look, I donβt.β Sean awkwardly rubbed the back of neck trying to think of the best way to let her down, he knew she was only asking as a friend but that didnβt change the uncomfortableness of it all. βBut no. Youβre, um, nice, but Iβm not dancing.β Apparently, that was the best way of doing it. Sean leaned back and finished off his cup of punch, and decided he needed something stronger. βIβm going to grab a drink. Youβre welcome to accompany me to the drink table?β
With that he got to his feet and braved his way through the dancing masses to find the drink table, immediately pouring himself the strongest thing he could find. Next to him he noticed Cayden scrubbing at a stain on his pants. Sighing and despite his brain telling him to ignore it, Sean grabbed a napkin and held it out to the boy with an awkward smile. βGood to see someoneβs night is going worse than mine.β He would always hate seeing Cayden getting the shit end of life and he could feel his jaw ticking in irritation at whoever caused the problem.
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She laughed and nodded enthusiastically, βThe biggest?β She said with a grin, not meaning her words meanly, since she considered Drake the smartest person she knew. She gave a confused look up towards the flames, trying to make sense of Drakeβs rant and learn something new. βI think I get it? Dark wood makes dark fire?β
Then she was distracted by Jenny who raced off to the dance floor with a gorgeous trail of flowers blooming behind her, Thayer not long going after her. βAre those two dating?β Air asked as she bent down to pluck one of the daisies Genevieve has left behind and begun spinning it in her hands. βSheβs so amazing, isnβt she? And he takes all those amazing pictures? Wouldnβt they be the cutest couple?β Air and Jenny had always been on friendly terms, but she hardly knew Thayer, only by reputation.
Then she looked out to everyone dancing and smiled at the Keevan and Drake. βHow about a dance then?β Air wasnβt the type to hold back, or be daunted by the populars, after all they all treated her well. She grinned at Drake and bumped into his side playfully, βHasnβt the king of Dance Dance Revolution got a reputation to keep?β
Her eyes darted down at her cup, notcing it was empty, and then around for the boy whom she'd enslaved into refilling her drink. Unfortunately he had run off to the dance floor, as had everyone else it seemed. Instead, she made her way over to the drinks table, eyeing Sean who was already there, filling up a cup.
As she reached for the Grey Goose bottle, Lucy raised an eyebrow at the rugged senior standing next to her. "You turned down the only girl who's probably ever wanted to dance with you, huh?" A slightly malicious smile twitched the corner of her lips as she eyed how much vodka had splashed into the plastic cup.
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"Mmmhhmmmm, sure," Kat said in response to Emerson's defense of her earlier "food" choices. Katiana could indulge in as much junk food as the rest of them and be satiated for the a good portion of the day, but she at least remembered that she could only do that every few days. Then, she'd have to partake in a real meal. If it were any other friend who tipsily informed her of their caloric intake via poptarts, Katiana would have snorted gracelessly and tucked in to watch the fireworks. However, considering Emerson's already precarious management of her health and life - mostly when it concerned to losing herself so deeply in her work that meals were occasionally a last thought, if a thought at all - Emerson wasn't going to be one of those friends she casually watched fall flat on their faces, drunk off their asses and about to receive the worst hangovers their teenage bodies could handle.
Kat welcomed Mina's slender arms around her trim waist by placing a hand on them in greeting, giving one of the other girl's forearms a soft squeeze of acknowledgement. Being one of Katiana's oldest companions, ever, Kat was more than pleased to hear her Mina backing her up, minutely smirking at Emerson's eventual resignation. "Shots it is then," she announced, taking in the dark cloud that rose to cover Em's usually bright countenance at the mention of it being their last summer. It was a solemn thought and one that Katiana didn't like entertaining. She wasn't going to entertain it at all. Hurrying to put Emerson in between herself and Mina because she refused to allow the blonde to be on a corner to mull over unpleasant thoughts, Kat obliged to linking their arms. "Shots first and then ladies, we get me a burger cuz I kill for one right now. And then cranberry with vodka."
Kat welcomed Mina's slender arms around her trim waist by placing a hand on them in greeting, giving one of the other girl's forearms a soft squeeze of acknowledgement. Being one of Katiana's oldest companions, ever, Kat was more than pleased to hear her Mina backing her up, minutely smirking at Emerson's eventual resignation. "Shots it is then," she announced, taking in the dark cloud that rose to cover Em's usually bright countenance at the mention of it being their last summer. It was a solemn thought and one that Katiana didn't like entertaining. She wasn't going to entertain it at all. Hurrying to put Emerson in between herself and Mina because she refused to allow the blonde to be on a corner to mull over unpleasant thoughts, Kat obliged to linking their arms. "Shots first and then ladies, we get me a burger cuz I kill for one right now. And then cranberry with vodka."
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It probably said something about him that having someone stronger than him with him - whether that be emotionally, intellectually or physically, it didn't matter - made Mason grin, made a thrilling frisson of something prickle over his skin like an electric shock. That knowing that Sol could very well toss him on his ass as easily as she breathed flat out did it for him, could make him breathless - that that feeling of actual threat didn't make him cower or have his more feral hackles rise. It probably said something downright pathetic, but he didn't have a certain someone - or certain someones because Mason was pretty sure even Cayden would have something to say about it - so Mason did not feel the need to call it such.
But it was, a secret little voice in his head insisted, even as Sol shoved - any other person, any other powered individual who did not have Mason's healing capabilities and sturdiness would call it a shove, no matter what she said the intent was - at him in the middle of their dance. Because all Mason did was grin and go with it, letting her lead as she willed. "Yes ma'am," he said softly, obediently. But of course, because it was Sol and because Mason was Mason, he couldn't help but let his tone turn cheeky as he added, "'Sides, I think there's some saying or something about guys who go slow anyway. Glad to know you think I'm pretty, though. Gotta keep up with you somehow, right?"
While talking, Mason walked Sol further into the throng of dancing pairs and even groups, grinning all the while, knocking his hat off his shoulders so that it rested on his back thanks to the string Kat had said was the reason why she thought it was good for him. It was warm outside, prone to growing even more-so as the summer continued, and Mason felt the heat building up underneath it, shaking out his brown hair.
But it was, a secret little voice in his head insisted, even as Sol shoved - any other person, any other powered individual who did not have Mason's healing capabilities and sturdiness would call it a shove, no matter what she said the intent was - at him in the middle of their dance. Because all Mason did was grin and go with it, letting her lead as she willed. "Yes ma'am," he said softly, obediently. But of course, because it was Sol and because Mason was Mason, he couldn't help but let his tone turn cheeky as he added, "'Sides, I think there's some saying or something about guys who go slow anyway. Glad to know you think I'm pretty, though. Gotta keep up with you somehow, right?"
While talking, Mason walked Sol further into the throng of dancing pairs and even groups, grinning all the while, knocking his hat off his shoulders so that it rested on his back thanks to the string Kat had said was the reason why she thought it was good for him. It was warm outside, prone to growing even more-so as the summer continued, and Mason felt the heat building up underneath it, shaking out his brown hair.
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[Sorry if this time skip seems a little bit abrupt, but in the interest of moving things along I'm going to jump further on in the night. If no one has any posts for that, then we'll skip to morning.]
A few hours have passed since the night's festivities began. The music is still playing and people are still drinking, but the night is looking to be on its way to winding down. Those with less energy have started to leave for bed, and thus those who are more inclined towards energy and chatter and whatnot are the ones who tend to remain.
Time: Midnight
Weather: Scattered clouds, comfortable temperature
A few hours have passed since the night's festivities began. The music is still playing and people are still drinking, but the night is looking to be on its way to winding down. Those with less energy have started to leave for bed, and thus those who are more inclined towards energy and chatter and whatnot are the ones who tend to remain.
Time: Midnight
Weather: Scattered clouds, comfortable temperature
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She was still lightheaded, and she was still wartorn. The liquor had acted as a temporary aid, something that helped ease the pain, rather than erase it. She usually hated crowds, but they had helped too, in their heat, and their movement, swirling around her- the eye of the storm. Many were frightened of her; of her reputation, her mercilessness, and, of course, of her abilities. However, the party seemed to have made everyone bolder- from her place in the fray, she witnessed requests to dance, shy exchanges, confessions of feelings. She wasn't sure what to feel about them all, these lost lovebirds. It wasn't bitterness, or jealousy, but rather some dull ache.
She was dancing on her own at this point, swaying quietly to herself, in something of a daze. Her eyes were closed, and the music cradled her in a way her mother had not. A soft smile on her lips, she tilted her head back, breathing in the smoke-touched air.
An arm slid around her waist, pulling her back, pressing her against a hard chest. A whisper in her ear, and the smell of beer.
"Let's dance."
Another arm, another time, hands tight around her wrists, a cruel smile and uninvited kisses...
Her eyes snapped open, and an invisible force wrenched his arm away, twisting it around his back. He screamed, almost drowned out by the music still humming around them. It was loud as before, but she could hear him. His yelps of pain, and his shoulder, straining at the socket. One thought, and it would pop. He'd scream louder then. Even those on the edge of the mass would hear him.
Almost everyone was too caught up in themselves and the cacophony to notice them; this twisted boy and his puppeteer. Her eyes were cold with loathing, but there was something else too. Something shaken, unnerved. She felt it, and she hated it. Just one thought...
The thought vanished, and she returned to herself, releasing him. He dropped to his knees, clutching his shoulder, now at ease. He looked up at her with a combination of horror and disgust.
"You fucking freak!"
If he said anything else, Petra didn't hear him. She'd already left the dance floor, cutting through the oblivious dancers and making her way back over to the people she actually cared for. By the time she reached them, she'd swallowed the events of moments ago.
"I don't know about all of you, but now that I'm sobering up, I've come to realise that this party isn't nearly as fun as I thought it was." She gestured with a thumb towards the path back to school, "Shall we go?"
She was dancing on her own at this point, swaying quietly to herself, in something of a daze. Her eyes were closed, and the music cradled her in a way her mother had not. A soft smile on her lips, she tilted her head back, breathing in the smoke-touched air.
An arm slid around her waist, pulling her back, pressing her against a hard chest. A whisper in her ear, and the smell of beer.
"Let's dance."
Another arm, another time, hands tight around her wrists, a cruel smile and uninvited kisses...
Her eyes snapped open, and an invisible force wrenched his arm away, twisting it around his back. He screamed, almost drowned out by the music still humming around them. It was loud as before, but she could hear him. His yelps of pain, and his shoulder, straining at the socket. One thought, and it would pop. He'd scream louder then. Even those on the edge of the mass would hear him.
Almost everyone was too caught up in themselves and the cacophony to notice them; this twisted boy and his puppeteer. Her eyes were cold with loathing, but there was something else too. Something shaken, unnerved. She felt it, and she hated it. Just one thought...
The thought vanished, and she returned to herself, releasing him. He dropped to his knees, clutching his shoulder, now at ease. He looked up at her with a combination of horror and disgust.
"You fucking freak!"
If he said anything else, Petra didn't hear him. She'd already left the dance floor, cutting through the oblivious dancers and making her way back over to the people she actually cared for. By the time she reached them, she'd swallowed the events of moments ago.
"I don't know about all of you, but now that I'm sobering up, I've come to realise that this party isn't nearly as fun as I thought it was." She gestured with a thumb towards the path back to school, "Shall we go?"
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