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Camilo Thomas

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a character in “Manhattan's Social Elite”, as played by Bandit

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Image C A M I L O . T H O M A S

"I wanted to scream, I wanted to burst in tears, I wanted to get drunk and kill myself…. But all I could do was stare at the wall in silence."
-Unknown

Face Claim: Laurence Coke
Role: The Sweetheart
Dialogue Color: #0ec593
ImageImageName:
Camilo Anton Thomas

Nickname:
Milo

Age:
16

Birthday:
January 10th

Sexuality:
Closeted bisexual, and very hateful towards himself for it

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Personality:
Milo is a complicated person on the inside, but on the outside, he doesn't really come across that way. Most people see him as being a sweet guy with strong morals, and a good attitude. That part isn't false, either. Camilo lives up to his title of being a sweetheart, because he does have a good heart and he is someone who is generous, compassionate, and thoughtful. He cares about other people's feelings despite it not really being cool for a guy his age, especially in his crowd, to be doing. He would never be labeled as a bully, and he also would never be called a follower, because he's one of those people who are shamelessly themselves. He doesn't care if his friends tease him for not joining in on whatever they're doing, that he doesn't feel comfortable doing. He's not outwardly very sensitive and lets a lot of things slide off of his back because he's good at prioritizing, and knows what and who are important, and what and who are not. Camilo's tendency to be a gentleman and a good and loyal friend isn't an act or a facade, but it certainly isn't his entire personality, as it often appears to be.

In truth, there's a lot more depth to him. There are a lot more negative emotions that have translated themselves into personality traits, but because everyone expects him to be the nice guy and the shoulder to lean on, he often suppresses them. Very few people know that he's been struggling with anxiety for most of his teenage years. He's been diagnosed with that, though he probably should have been diagnosed with depression as well. His peers who often compliment him on his personality are wildly unaware of how emotionally unstable he tends to be at home, especially when he's home alone. He has anger issues that mostly stem from his inability to show those emotions when he's feeling them. He likes to keep all of those feelings bottled up until he can't handle them anymore, even though he's well aware of how mentally destructive that is. No one would ever imagine that the kid who spent his free period helping his friends with their homework, or went out of his way to walk another friend home after school just to listen to their problems, had been the same one awake at three o'clock in morning the night before, punching a hole in the wall of his bedroom with tears streaming down his face, just because he felt so out of control.

A lot of people would probably actually be startled if they ever knew how different Camilo's sides are. It's not as horror-movie-esque as it seems though, if only because his aggression would never translate outwardly. Even if he's built to hold his own in a fight, he's not the type of person who enjoys confrontations, whether they're verbal or physical. He's not timid by any means, and is typically a very social and outgoing person. Part of his distaste for conflict probably stems from how aware he is that he has emotional issues that he needs to deal with. Just as strongly as he doesn't like himself, he also doesn't trust himself, and he feels guilty about how he acts during those breakdowns when he's alone, so much so, that he would never want anyone to know. Sometimes he does think that he'd benefit from having a friend to talk to about his problems, but he always pushes those thoughts to the side when he reminds himself that he's supposed to be the friend who helps people, not the one who needs help. He's a great example of how things aren't always as great as they seem, because he comes across as a person who's likeable with very few flaws, but in truth, he's someone who's insecure, very hard on himself, and who could benefit from some regular therapy sessions.

So begins...

Camilo Thomas's Story

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Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Naya Jennings Character Portrait: Brody Calson Character Portrait: Olivia Ingram Character Portrait: Alaina Clarke Character Portrait: Austin Clarke Character Portrait: Castiel Whitman Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Adeline Arnault Character Portrait: James Airth Character Portrait: Derek Escuyos Character Portrait: Esmeralda Herrera Character Portrait: Camilo Thomas
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All White Labor Day Party

Setting:
The Arnault Residence
6 Olde Towne
Southampton, NY 11968
United States

Date:
Saturday, September 2nd, 2017

Weather:
Sunny, 74 Β°F


Unlike the rest of us, sex, lies and scandal never take a vacation. Instead, they take the Long Island Expressway and head east, to the Hamptons. Some would say summer is their busiest season. Think Park Avenue, but with tennis whites and ban de soleil. The players change, but the game remains the same. Though school may have started last week for our favorites of the Upper East Side, we all know that summer doesn't truly end until after the annual white party hosted by Bernard Arnault. It's the Met Gala of the summer, and the most exclusive Labor Day party on the island. Didn't get invited? Don't worry, I'm sure you're not the only one. Besides, you know that I'll be there, ready to catch you up on all of the colorful drama that's sure to unfold in this sea of white.

XOXO

β€”Gossip Girl

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Character Portrait: Olivia Ingram Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Esmeralda Herrera Character Portrait: Camilo Thomas
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β•š THE QUEEN BEE ╝

Outfit: Here
Location: En route to The Arnault Residence
Dialogue Color: #209DC7
Sydney's summer has been no less spectacular than one would have imagined it to be. Between trips to Cannes, Ibiza, Paris, Sydney, and a plethora of other fun places across the globe, she had found time for weekends in the Hamptons, boozy brunches, and shopping trips galore. Her Instagram page spoke to the most photogenic of those fun moments, and though only her friends would know, there were many other fun moments that were less picturesque. Those were the moments that were more raw and emotional sometimes, and other times, just silly and crazy. All of it had made her summer one for the books; ups and downs included. It could have been better though, and that wasn't just Sydney's perfectionist side speaking. She had spent the entire summer without a single interaction with her longtime best friend, Adeline, and had then discovered through Esme, that Adeline was actually in a residential treatment center that offered treatment for eating disorders, mood disorders, drug addiction, alcohol abuse, trauma and other related disorders. It was a revelation that starkly conflicted with the narrative that Adeline's family had given her when she demanded some answers. Her father had claimed that she was in California visiting her mother, and purposely purging herself of social media and her phone, while her sister obnoxiously insisted that she had been an unfortunate witness to a murder and had been placed in a witness protection program somewhere in the Midwest. Not knowing the truth would be infuriating for anyone, but it was especially infuriating for Sydney, who could easily be billed as a control freak. It was something she typically wouldn't even deny. She liked being in control of things. She liked knowing where her friends were, and what they were doing that was so important, that it prevented them from being by her side at a moment's notice. The intensity of that feeling only increased when it came to Adeline, because Sydney had been immeasurably close with her since they were children. She was her best friend, to just suddenly not hear from her one day, and then receive a slew of lies about why she disappeared abruptly, with no warning, for months, wasn't a feeling that she could describe without coming across as being too emotional, or too bitter.

In the end, Esme had given her enough reason to believe that Adeline actually had been in Illinois for the entire summer. It was surely more realistic than Adeline, of all people, deciding to take a summer away from social media. Sydney wasn't a monster, and so when she found out about it, her heart did hurt for her best friend. She felt very guilty about it, because as her best friend, Sydney should have noticed that something was wrong enough to warrant such a dramatic situation. She should have been there for her while she was struggling. She should have forced her to recover, somehow, so that this never happened. She did feel bad for Adeline. She still did. However, Sydney wouldn't have been Sydney if she hadn't found a way to treat the situation coldly too. She wondered why Adeline hadn't trusted her enough to tell her about it. She told herself that Adeline probably didn't value their friendship as much as she did. She convinced herself that the girl had to have known that she was going to be spending her summer away, and had simply opted against sharing that information. She was angry and offended, and especially once Adeline had failed to show up for the first few days of school, those feelings had overtaken the hurt that she felt for her friends.

Her plan had been to ghost Adeline in response to her ghosting her all summer, be it by her own will, or not. She wasn't going to acknowledge the girl, even at her own party, until Adeline acknowledged her and offered her a sincere apology, and the complete truth. After flying out of the city with Camilo and touching down in the Hamptons, she had been en route to her house there when she received the first form of contact from Adeline in literal months, and she couldn't believe how casual and generic it was. It had been months since any of them had heard a word from her, and she had the audacity to send that out?! Let alone in a group chat, as if Sydney was only as important as Esme and Olivia were? To put it simply, Sydney was fuming, even if she remained silent in the car as she stared at it, contemplating her next mood. "Change of plans," she said abruptly, speaking to the driver of their town car, though her eyes didn't move from her phone screen. "Take us to 6 Olde Town Lane instead. You can wait outside, it'll only be a few minutes." She wasn't going to actively offer the driver, or Camilo, more of an explanation than that, though she was sure Camilo would ask. Sydney wasn't dressed for the party, and admittedly, it take her a long time to get ready for things, but she absolutely could not not blast Adeline, in person, after that text.

To: Olivia, Esme
I have to take care of business before the party, or else I would insist we get ready together. Send pictures of your outfits before you leave!

To: Esme
I might kill her. I'm going there now because I can't believe that she just sent that after disappearing for an entire summer. Since you were the only friend courteous enough to keep me in the loop, feel free to join.

Admittedly, Sydney had only really grown close to Esme this summer. The girl had been a part of their clique for a substantial amount of time by now, but with Adeline gone this summer, things had just fallen into place with Esme picking up that next-in-line role. Sydney was pleased... surprisingly so, even... with how well Esme managed to do in the role. She was fun to party with, to shop with, and even to vent to, when Sydney was feeling more vulnerable than she was comfortable with. The fact that she had proven to be useful and well connected, especially with the Adeline information, had definitely made her seem far more of an equal than Sydney had ever seen her as before.

They were only a few minutes or so from Adeline's house anyway, with how close her house was to Sydney, so once they pulled through the private gates, she glanced to Camilo. "You can wait in here if you want," she said, simply because she didn't think he wanted to come inside and awkwardly wait while she sorted things out with Adeline, though she knew she probably should have explained why she had taken the detour here because maybe if he knew that they were going to be walking into drama, he actually would have wanted to wait inside of the car.

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The trip out to The Hamptons had been pretty uneventful. Being able to take a seaplane from the city, and calling it uneventful, was a pretty good representation of where Camilo sat in the socioeconomic world, and how he sometimes took that for granted, but for him, this was nothing special. His family didn't own a house in the area, but so many of his friends did that he was familiar with the Hamptons community. Had Sydney not agreed to let him come with her, he would have found someone else with a house to spend the few hours before the party with. In fact, he was sure that once he let Austin know of his whereabouts, he would end up getting shit for spending time with his girlfriend, over him. He and Sydney were close friends though, and nothing more, so he didn't think that it was as weird as AJ, his other close friend, probably would. While he would have enjoyed hanging out with his guy friends before the party, he always appreciated Sydney's company. Even being friends with her, it was rare that she was free in the sense that she wasn't with one of her girl friends, so it was hard to pass up a chance to hang out with her, even if it wasn't in that "Oh my God, she's Sydney Vale!!!" sort of fan girl way, but rather a more authentic friendship way.

Camilo had been in the middle of texting his mom back to let her know that they had gotten there safely, when Sydney abruptly told the driver to take them to a different address. Because of the street name, he recognized it as the Arnaults', and he glanced at her in confusion at that request. They had over an hour before the party started, and while Milo knew that Sydney was close enough with Adeline (and just cool and important enough in general) to show up as early as she wanted, this hadn't been a part of the plan. He was already dressed in white for the party, simply because he knew he would have felt more inconvenienced by having to change once they touched down, but he still wasn't mentally prepared for the party. He didn't even intend on pre-gaming and getting drunk, since both of his parents were going to be there (though they were running late due to his father's work), but he still needed to get into that socialization psyche which he didn't have now. Plus, showing up early meant that he was going to have to awkwardly be there without any other real guests. He was friends with Adeline, and he was sure that with such a big party and a grand estate like theirs, that there would be tons of people there now, getting every last detail set, but he still knew that he would feel impolite showing up earlier than expected. He wasn't going to argue with Sydney, or even question it though, because he knew that once she wanted to do something, she was doing it regardless of anyone else's opinion.

"I'll come," he volunteered, albeit in an unsure manner, once they had pulled through the private gates of the Arnault house, and the car came to a stop. Though he wasn't sure what they were actually here for, especially since Sydney wasn't dressed in the party attire she was planning on wearing, he figured that it would be less boring to see why, than to sit in the car and wait. Following Sydney to the front door, he wasn't surprised that she was let in with ease by the person who answered, "So, uh, why are we here so early?" he finally asked.

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Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Naya Jennings Character Portrait: Alaina Clarke Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Adeline Arnault Character Portrait: Camilo Thomas
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β•š THE QUEEN BEE ╝

Outfit: Here
Location: En route to The Arnault Residence
Dialogue Color: #209DC7
Sydney didn't mind Camilo coming inside with her, but that was mostly because she didn't plan on actually spending much time inside with him. She would leave him in a common area space, and talk to Adeline in private. That was the plan, at least, but as a familiar looking member of the Arnault house staff, whose name Sydney couldn't place, let them in and informed her that Adeline was in the kitchen, the plans changed a bit. Or they would, even if Sydney didn't realize it yet. "I need to speak to Adeline. Someone left her manners, and apparently, her brain, in California, and being the good friend that I am, I'm going to make sure we fix that right now," she explained curtly, prolonging the lie that Adeline had spent the summer in California with her mother, despite now knowing that it wasn't true. Even if she had every intention of blasting Adeline for not being truthful with her, she didn't think that Camilo had any reason to know the truth. Despite feeling selfishly entitled and offended by all of this, Sydney was still capable of recognizing that an eating disorder was a sensitive topic, and something that Adeline clearly and understandably didn't want the world knowing about. Milo was probably the sweetest guy that Sydney knew, but it wasn't about him. It was about Adeline... or at least it was supposed to be about Adeline, since it was hard for Sydney to feel like this wasn't also about herself, now that Adeline apparently thought that she was only as important as Esme and Olivia, and that such a bland and generic text was an acceptable first form of communication after dropping off the face of the planet for months.

Despite knowing that Adeline had a twin sister and a stepsister, she expected the girl to be alone in the kitchen. Not seated at the same island as Charlotte, Naya, and Alaina. Given the circumstances of all of this, it was even more surprising to see her with a plate of food in front of her, and call it cold, but Sydney made sure that her eyes were trained on that food for longer than necessary as soon as she was close enough to the four girls and the cook standing a few feet away. She hadn't even noticed that the member of the house staff that had let her in had followed closely behind her and Camilo, struggling to keep up with Sydney's purposely fast pace, until the woman caught up with them in the kitchen and spoke. "Miss Arnault, guests are here for you." It was probably the greeting that was needed for Sydney and Camilo's presence to be noticed, and although she glanced back at the woman with an annoyed expression, as if she didn't need anyone other than herself to announce her presence, she was secretly grateful for it, because she didn't know what to say in that immediate moment.

While part of her was overjoyed to finally see her best friend after months of wondering if she was okay, she didn't show that. Her face remained fairly emotionless, her lips turning up only slightly into a cold smile that was only present because Adeline wasn't alone. Yes, it was great that Adeline looked fairly healthy, and that she was even alive, and mostly, that she was apparently eating, but again, it was important to remember that despite being a good friend at heart, Sydney was a conceited person in the sense that she was the most important person in her world. Adeline had been through hell and back this summer, but Sydney couldn't focus on that when she felt like she had been disrespected. "Since we have so much catching up to do, it only seemed appropriate to stop by early," she stated, addressing Adeline in a manner that definitely seemed cold considering that they were best friends who hadn't seen each other for so long. "I can only imagine that you have some exciting stories to share about the witness protection program that your sister told me you were placed in. Are we going to walk and talk, or should I take a seat?" she said, walking towards the empty chair that separated Charlotte and Adeline, and raising her eyebrows in a nearly challenging motion as she studied Adeline's expression. She purposely ignored the three girls beside her, though it was clear that she was willing to use their presences as a leverage tool, because she was sure that Adeline wasn't going to want to do this "catching up" in front of them, and Sydney didn't want to either.

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Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Naya Jennings Character Portrait: Alaina Clarke Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Adeline Arnault Character Portrait: Camilo Thomas
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ADELINE β–Ώ ARNAULT

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CHARLOTTE β–Ώ ARNAULT

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Location: Kitchen
Dialogue Color: #3BAD45
Carbs were a struggle for Adeline, even after months of intensive therapy. There were certain foods that she had grown more comfortable with while in treatment. Before going, she had a very limited set of food that she felt comfortable eating when she did allow herself to eat. Her safe foods included most raw vegetables, most fruits, rice cakes, and plain baked chicken. She would eat other things from time to time, but not without feeling anxious and guilty afterwards. Treatment had helped her quite a bit, though she still had ways to go. She had learned that dipping her celery sticks in peanut butter wasn't going to kill her, and made it taste a lot better, and that getting her calories through a real meal, like salmon and vegetables, was much more enjoyable than being forced to get them through drinking Ensure every day, like she had to do in the beginning of her treatment when she was still set on refusing some meals. She was doing better now, and even she recognized her own progress, but despite knowing that Simone hadn't doused this sandwich in oils and fats, it still made Adeline feel uncomfortable when it was set in front of her. Eating around other people, especially Naya and Alaina, who she didn't know well enough, made it even worse.

At the very least though, everyone in this room knew that Adeline had a problem with food. Naya and Charlotte didn't know that Alaina knew, but Adeline did. Alaina was seated three seats away with her, with an empty seat and Charlotte in between, and the girl wasn't paying her any mind, but it didn't stop Adeline from feeling like she was somehow watching her. Knowing that Alaina knew, though, made Adeline feel somewhat better, because at least now if she was called out on something by Simone, like how she was pulling the sandwich apart and first only eating the tomato, it wasn't like her secret was being spread to anyone who didn't already know it. "ArrΓͺte Γ§a," {Stop that} Simone said to her, flashing her a predictably stern look, when she had moved away from the stove for a few seconds to get plates, and had witnessed Adeline dissecting the food on her plate. She was well aware that she wasn't going to get away with tearing the sandwich to pieces and somehow making it look like she had eaten most of it, but she still felt better tearing off small pieces at a time to eat, rather than just being a normal person and taking a bite out of it.

Charlotte smirked at the girls, mostly because she didn't doubt what either of them said. Naya was definitely too much of a good-two-shoes in Charlotte's opinion, to ever be able to keep up with her, even with Charlotte trying to push her towards the dark side more strongly, and Alaina was just as unenthused by parties like these, that it didn't seem improbable for her to find eating tacos and going to bed to be a better plan. Especially with their high setting in, it didn't sound like a bad deal to Charlotte anyway. "My bed is big enough for the two of us," Charlotte pondered, "And this is Naya's first year as an honorary Arnault.." she continued, leaning forward to look past Alaina and at Naya more directly, "So, you must end up on your own today." Even if socializing with the type of people who would be coming to today's party wasn't Charlotte's cup of tea, it wasn't going to be as bad as she was chalking it up to be. Her father would probably bother her in the beginning about being polite and mingling with his guests, but after the first hour or so, she would be able to disappear with her own friends, and her father would be too consumed with his (and hopefully, a lot of wine too), to bother her.

Only a few more minutes passed before Charlotte watched Simone turn the stove off, pour the seasoned meat into a bowl, and place it in front of them, along with a series of other small bowls with various toppings, and hard and soft taco shells, so that they could make their own tacos. Although it was probably Simone's way of saying "do it yourself", since she couldn't verbally say that to them, the make-your-own setup she had produced was preferable in Charlotte's mind, anyway. No one ever put as much cheese on her tacos as she actually wanted, so now, she was able to pile the toppings as high as she wanted, and she wasted no time in doing so. It had served as enough of a distraction that she didn't even look up when one of their staff members entered and said something about guests. Though the "Miss Arnault" line meant that it was just as possible that she was speaking to her as it was Adeline, Charlotte wasn't expecting anyone, so she didn't waste any energy in looking. When she heard Sydney Vale's voice, however, she turned her head to confirm that it was her. "I don't think I know who I was more grateful to not have to deal with this summer, between the two of them," she muttered to the girls beside her. Sydney never really bothered her, likely only because she was Adeline's sister, but that didn't mean that Charlotte liked her. They kept out of each other's way for the most part, but Charlotte wasn't blind to how controlling and domineering the girl was. She had such an esteemed reputation for a reason, and Charlotte could respect that, but it wasn't one that she was envious of like so many other people. Since Sydney was already starting with her, albeit it indirectly with the reference to the witness protection program lie she had used earlier this summer, Charlotte didn't hesitate to return the favor though. "Aren't you forgetting to say hello to your sister-in-law, Sydney? Unlike the Perssons, the Clarkes and the Arnaults don't keep secrets, so take a seat and tell us what's on your mind," she said, patting the empty seat beside her that Sydney was lingering beside. She doubted that Naya or Alaina wanted to deal with Sydney, but Charlotte couldn't help being obnoxious. She could tell that Adeline was startled and uncomfortable, so why not possibly make everyone else as well?!

Startled really was the best way to describe how Adeline felt when Sydney came in unannounced. Before this summer, Adeline had never spent more than a couple of days without speaking to the blonde, who was undeniably the best friend she had had since she could comprehend what friendship meant. So, in addition to having to adjust to every other element of being abruptly uprooted from home and thrust into a treatment center, it was difficult for her to adjust to spending months apart from her best friend. She loved Sydney and had missed her a lot, and so while she had been incredibly anxious to see her again, only because she knew that the blonde would expect an answer for her disappearance, she had also been incredibly excited to see her. In the moment though, that excitement seemed non-existent, and that was mostly because Adeline was caught off guard, and it didn't take much to sense the contempt in Sydney's voice. The presence of Camilo, someone who Adeline was pretty close with as well, and had wanted to first see on terms when she was more prepared, only threw her off more. Suddenly, she felt like eating ten of the sandwiches in front of her would be less anxiety-inducing than dealing with this, and her sister egging Sydney on wasn't helping matters. She purposely kicked Charlotte in the leg as she turned in her seat and stood up. "Hiiiiiii... no, no, we can walk and talk," she said, clearly anxious as she nodded with certainty.

"Pas avant d'avoir fini de manger." {Not until you finish eating}

Simone's voice was serious enough that Adeline didn't ignore it like she typically would have. "Je vais me tuer et vous blΓ’mer si vous me faites rester ici en ce moment," {I will kill myself and blame you if you make me stay here right now.} she snapped back, turning her head back towards Sydney a second after speaking, only because she knew that there was actually a chance that Simone would get angry at her for being disrespectful. Adeline feared few people, because she struggled with the concept of having to listen to authority, but Simone had been a consistent enough presence in her life that she had probably been reprimanded by her more times than she had by her actual father.

Simone didn't respond as Adeline hurried out of the kitchen with Sydney, though her expression spoke to how the girl was definitely screwed once she ended up alone with Simone again. Charlotte was mildly disappointed that a confrontation hadn't occurred, but with an amazing looking taco in front of her, she couldn't be that upset. "For the non-French speaking folks in the room, that was my completely mentally-stable sister using her infamous, 'I'm going to kill myself if I don't get my way and I'll blame you in the suicide note' line," she explained in a sarcastic, yet nonchalant way, because Adeline's dramatics were really too be expected at this point. Looking to Naya though, she smirked and said, "What do you think Grace would do if you ever used that on her?", before turning to Alaina, "And I don't know how you deal with AJ dating her. I mean, I guess it works to your benefit. I've never read about Gossip Girl trashing you in her blog, so Sydney must be using her connections to keep her sis-in-law safe. God only knows that you deserve to be dragged through the mud for making such a weak taco when you work in a fucking taco shop," she teased, as she looked at the taco on Alaina's plate, which was quite possibly only bare looking because she hadn't finished making it. That didn't stop Charlotte from being obnoxious and annoying and literally flinging a spoonful of shredded cheese at Alaina, though. Maybe she needed to take a few more hits, she minutely considered, because this troublesome energy she was suddenly embracing probably wasn't going to do her good once guests started arriving...

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James sighed. Today was supposed to be easy and fun, and so far, it had been, but why did Austin have to kill the vibe now? Jameson knew that if this Sydney thing was bothering him enough to bring it up, it was bothering him a lot, and that meant that he was probably going to be a buzzkill all night, especially once they were on the same property as Sydney, and they had to act the part of a couple, even if they were having problems. To James, it was still baffling that Austin could manage to have (or create, in his opinion) problems, when he was dating Sydney Persson. The Sydney Persson. When you get the chance to date Sydney Persson, you don't allow problems to exist, nonetheless create them yourself. His cousin was a fool, the kind of fool who didn't know what he had until he lost it... and then once he had it back, proceeded to forget how lucky he was. "You don't understand girls because you actually want more than sex from them," James said, taking a chug of his beer before setting it back down on the table beside him. With a sigh, he pulled himself up so that he was no longer laying back on the lounge chair, but sitting instead, so that he could look at AJ on the chair beside him. "Look, man. You've got Sydney-fucking-Persson. Sydney Persson! You know how many guys, myself included, have wanted to tap that ass, but haven't been able to because of your ungrateful 'I don't understand her' self? A lot."He returned to a laying position on the chair, but continued a moment later to say, "So. what I'm saying is that if you continue to fuck up what you were blessed to have, I'm gonna kick your ass."

He was kidding (partially, at least). He and Austin were cousins, and close cousins at that, because James didn't have any siblings. That meant that a real rivalry or issue between them was never going to happen or last. However, that didn't mean that Jameson wasn't serious about how he would give him shit if he continued to overthink his relationship with Sydney. Of course, for Jameson girls had always been easy, and that was because he had never associated emotions with his interactions with them, like Austin did. Sometimes he would start to, but then reassure himself that it was stupid, and that sex was the only thing he needed from a girl. He was sixteen years old; it wasn't like he was looking to get married. Even after only a few years of being a play boy, James was beginning to feel like it was tiring. Sex itself wasn't something he thought he would ever get tired of, but constantly using it and toying with other people's emotions did lose its charm after a while. It wasn't a game that he was looking to abandon just yet, but he would have been lying if he claimed that he wasn't jealous, sometimes, of the depth of real relationships that a select few of his friends, AJ included, seemed to have with their real girlfriends.

"I think I'm gonna make my move on Adeline tonight. Word on the street is that she's making her grand reappearance at this party, and it's about time I hit that," he mused aloud, before finishing off the rest of his beer. Shortly after, a member of the housekeeping staff came by to take their two empty bottles, but Jameson refused the offer for new ones. It was getting late, and sooner than later, they were going to have to go inside to shower and get ready for this party. With their parents attending, they were going to be on their schedule, so they couldn't be running too late. "I could go for Olivia, too," he continued. "I'd throw Esme into the mix too, but we all know Milo's heart would break, and I'm not feeling like an asshole today. I don't think so, at least. I guess we'll wait and see. Hell, if you manage to fuck it up with Sydney, I'll throw her into the pool too,"
he said, offering a playful smirk in AJ's direction at the end, before pulling out his phone to send out a couple of texts.

To: Milo
Wya

To: Adeline
Heard you're blessing us with your presence again. Can't say I'm not excited

To: Naya
Soooo.... I'm getting ass from one of the Arnaults tonight. Ur part of the fam now, yeah? Who's it gonna be? I'll let you choose for me ;). You can be selfish if you want, or you can include one of your new sisters on the fun too. No blood relationship = no incest. Keep that in mind.

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Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Naya Jennings Character Portrait: Brody Calson Character Portrait: Alaina Clarke Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Adeline Arnault Character Portrait: James Airth Character Portrait: Derek Escuyos Character Portrait: Camilo Thomas
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To: Brody
I'd offer an A 4 effort, but we're also havin tacos if u wanted 2 chill here til later?

It was probably for the best that Naya had her phone as an element of distraction when Sydney and Milo arrived. Just as she was prepared to set her phone down officially and start making her taco from the materials Simone provided, her text tone for Derek went off and Naya divided up her time between answering him and making her first taco. She did, however, look up in the midst of forming that one level of meat at the bottom of her crunchy shell when she heard Sydney's voice. It just so happened that Naya promptly looked back down and refused to make one commentary, not even a chuckle for Charlotte's benefit when her friend acknowledged the queen bee. And judging by Sydney's already frosty tone, it was probably for the better. Naya wouldn't go so far as to say that she was afraid of Sydney. That would be a dramatic assertion - a valid one, but dramatic nonetheless. Naya likened it to intimidation; it felt less mortifying and less like she was feeding into the ego she had heard Sydney had. Despite being the same age and in the same grade, Naya innately felt their differences whenever she was in the same space as Sydney Persson and while she had yet to actually make a fool of herself in the girl's presence, she was adamant about not giving the girl any type of fuel in the near future. So, other than shaking her head at Charlotte trying to goad the girl, between her conversation with Derek and fixing up a bomb ass taco to chase her margarita, Naya was content to pretend as if Sydney hadn't even entered the room.

"Ummmm, considering the fact that Alaina works with authentic Mexican tacos on a regular, I'm pretty sure yours is the weak one since real tacos don't come with all that cheese," Naya commented smartly, adding a dollop of sour cream to her creation which included lettuce, cheese, and salsa. The salsa already had tomatoes in it and Naya liked tomatoes, but there was only so much she actually enjoyed before it became too much. Naya still preferred the authentic tacos she'd had in the past to the ones most American households made, but she had no issue with eating what was provided. Especially when it smelled as scrumptious as it did. "Knowing Gigi, though, if I ever said that to her, she'd probably just volunteer to help just so she could get the insurance money," she added and bit into her taco, a few pieces of lettuce and cheese falling back onto her plate. Despite still having a little bit in her mouth, Naya was just about to take another bite when her text tone went back off and she hurried to snatch up a napkin, set her taco down, and was wiping at her fingers and chewing what she had left when she peered down to see who had messaged her. Her cheeks were set aflame immediately afterwards.

Naya didn't know how long this James-Airth-knowing-she-existed thing was going to continue, but it never failed to still surprise her when he wound up texting her. It was always foolishness on his part, but texting her nonetheless. And it was confusing. And aggravating - very aggravating. And apparently gross today, judging from the mood she was guessing he was in from the text. Naya drained half of her margarita and was actually very much prepared to text him her very thought process, that he was gross and he honestly needed to leave her out of his thot ways, but liquid courage was a mischievous bitch that had her smirking and producing something else entirely.

To: James
i mean props 4 wanting 2 shoot ur shot, bby boy, but aint an Arnault a lil ambitious even 4 u??

nd im naturally selfish. aint no sharing in dis house

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Alaina shrieked when she felt a handful of shredded cheese come her way. She turned to Charlotte with a devilish grin, her arm beginning to extend towards the lettuce before Naya's witty comment allowed her to feel sufficed enough to sit back down and place the lettuce on her taco and not on her friend. Naya was probably right, even if she was joking, but Alaina actually didn't care that much. Simply because she loved tacos just that much. She obviously knew a bad taco when she saw or tasted one, but when it came down to corn versus flour tortilla or hard or soft shell, she wasn't so particular. She wasn't very elitist about much, and tacos were no exception. She was very flexible with this odd liking of hers, though that wasn't to say that even she had her moments where she wanted a real authentic taco. Most other times, it was just a matter of nuance, like now. She had taco materials in front of her (and the margarita was an obvious bonus) so she was elated. So much that the guilt she had been feeling just seconds before was slowly beginning to dissipate, for the time being, as she went ahead and grabbed a hard shell taco and began preparing that one.

Just before she was able to complain about the lack of la salsa verde, to her surprise, Sydney and Milo looked in, the former looking as though someone had already done something to piss her off. It went without saying that Sydney wasn't her favorite person, and even Alaina could admit to being cold to the girl, even when Sydney herself was being cordial (which was always around family). Alaina wasn't going to take that into consideration though, because she felt that being kind to your boyfriend's family was a requirement, not something that deserved recognition, which was part of the reason why Alaina was purposely cooler to the girl in the presence of family. But even Alaina had her limits and she wasn't so pressed about the girl dating her brother after years of them dating. That wasn't to say that she had warmed up to the girl, but rather the sour taste of the girl's presence and involvement in her life (albeit it only being through her brother, and even then contact was minimal) had become tolerable, just not enjoyable. Oddly enough, Alaina typically felt more inclination to be cold towards Sydney when they were around her family. It was really just Alaina playing her cards and using the home turf to her advantage, though she was never so out of line as to really be abnormally crass to the girl. It was just her way of challenging the girl and not for any particular reason. It wasn't a matter of power or revenge, but Alaina didn't respect the girl enough to not use it to her advantage. And more often than not, Alaina was the one who ended up paying for it because there had certainly been more than one occasion where she was scorned for not being the friendliest to Sydney when she was their guest. Now, she was more or less used to the girl and she tended towards just ignoring her presence altogether, save a few slick remarks that Alaina was never known for being able to withhold from no matter who the person on the receiving end was. In the Arnault's house, she knew better on how to act. Sure, Sydney wasn't her favorite person, and after having a few clues that her and her brother's relationship was more on the toxic side (though she didn't even consider AJ's own involvement in it) the girl definitely didn't fare better off in her mind, but with that being said, Alaina didn't despise the girl. She wasn't going to really go out of her way to make it known each time she saw her that she disliked her. The reasoning for this was less congratulatory than it sounded, though, because Alaina could be very non-committal, especially when there was little benefit for her. And jabbing at Sydney every chance she got not only provided her very little benefit, but what little it did give was fleeting. It also sometimes came down to her mood, and Alaina firstly wasn't in the instigating mindset, but most importantly she had food in front of her. Her love for tacos far surpassed her disdain for Sydney Perrson.

That was why Alaina rolled her eyes at Charlotte and not at Sydney, and if the girl had been closer, she would had pinched her side because she didn't want to be acknowledged by Sydney just as much as she didn't want to acknowledge the girl herself. Luckily, her sister and the girl's puppeteer disappeared without much stir and Alaina could only shake her head in anticipation for what the rest of the day would be like because even she couldn't miss Sydney seeming very...Sydney to Adeline. It wasn't any of Alaina's business, and she didn't think it was anything deep, so she decided to mind her own business and focus on the food in front of her. "Dressed to impress Milo," Alaina said, though she turned to the girls with an amused smile that was obviously improperly timed because it probably seemed like there was some inside joke between the three of them that had something to do with Milo's attire. In general, Alaina didn't bother with the 'A-listers', nor did she ever refer to them as such. Of them, though, Milo seemed the least harmful. She actually thought he was really sweet and was sometimes confused on how and why he rolled with the people he rolled with. Her brother was obviously a part of that crew, but again, Alaina didn't see her brother as being as bad as the others in the group which was clearly due to her own bias, but she also felt like she crucified her brother enough about her affiliation choices. "Help yourself to a taco," Alaina said, scooting one of the plates forward just half an inch. "You know A.J. isn't here, right? He's at James'." She leaned forward to look at Charlotte then, her brow raised in slight confusion. "Wait, who all is coming?"

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Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Naya Jennings Character Portrait: Brody Calson Character Portrait: Olivia Ingram Character Portrait: Alaina Clarke Character Portrait: Austin Clarke Character Portrait: Castiel Whitman Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Adeline Arnault Character Portrait: James Airth Character Portrait: Derek Escuyos Character Portrait: Esmeralda Herrara Character Portrait: Camilo Thomas
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