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Damien Wolfe

building a legacy. building an empire.

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a character in “the last of the real ones”, as played by cc.jones

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DAMIEN WOLFE
mr. wolfe
#274472 | 26 | he/him/his
businessman | bisexual
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Insane, inside the danger gets me high
Can't help myself got secrets I can't tell
I love the smell of gasoline
I light the match to taste the heat
I've always liked to play with fire

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6'1'' | toned | dark brown | ocean blue


Damien is an extremely sexy man, and he is well aware of it. His eyes have a unique ocean blue color with grey specks around the irises. His photogenic features are stone-cold and unyielding. His dark hair is pulled back into a quiff. His facial structure is defined, with heavy brows resting low in a serious expression, nicely plumped lips, and pronounced cheekbones. Damien is stunningly dangerous, and it shows in the way he conducts himself with authority. Damian's beautiful figure dominates the space, his steps unhurried and controlled. Damian's corporate, powerful clothing comprises a succession of made-to-measure suits, seven-fold silk ties and pocket squares, and shined-to-the-hilt brogues — all of which perfectly accent his no-holds-barred boardroom attitude.

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Damien has complete control as soon as he crosses the threshold. He possesses a dominating presence that either frightens or fascinates people; there is no in-between. When Damien gets his heart set on something, he will go to tremendous measures to have it. He is accustomed to being in charge and pays no attention to any obstacles; instead, he strategizes his way to success and will harm anybody who is in his way. Damien is also cold-hearted as a result of his indifference. He has no space for signs of weakness, much alone those of others. He will be harsh in uplifting situations since he does not have all the compassion in the world. Because of this, he quickly shuts himself off to any emotional ties and will seldom open up to anybody. Damien is difficult to get through because he is emotionless, unmoving, and solid. Others find it difficult to communicate with him due to his incapacity to express feelings. This is mostly due to his early trauma. He hates it when people go too close to him and often becomes tense when someone makes skin-to-skin contact. Everything revolves around power, money, and time. His coldness stems from the fact that he keeps his personal life extremely private. Except for individuals who are extremely close to him, he seldom lets anybody inside. Those who are let inside must be very careful not to lose that trust; else, it will be fatal.

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October 25 | Detriot, Michigan


Damien Nathaniel Wolfe was born in the city of Detroit to Heidi Anderson and Everette Wolfe. Damien was an accidental child; his parents had him while they were in their late teens. His parents separated shortly before his birth because Everette did not want a kid so young. Instead, Damien's grandparents intended for their son, Everette, to take over his father's tech company, Wolfe Enterprises Inc., in Manhattan, NY, when he finished high school.

Damien was therefore raised by his birth mother, Heidi, who soon became depressed after giving birth to Damien. Her parents had disowned her, and Everette had vanished from her life; Heidi was struggling to make ends meet with her kid. Damien's mother gradually got addicted to drugs and worked as a prostitute to supplement her income. Heidi's pimp was cruel to both her and Damien, often beating him with a belt, hitting and kicking him, or putting out his cigarettes on his skin, leaving severe scars and burn marks. His mother overdosed and died when he was four years old; he was alone with her body for four days before authorities found them. Damien still has nightmares about his upbringing, even as an adult.  When the traumatized Damien was taken to the hospital by the police, Dr. Grace Hyde was the emergency department doctor on duty. Damien was adopted into her family by her and her husband, Carrick Hyde. Nonetheless, Damien spent many months with a foster family, including a ten-year-old Jack Brighton, as they waited for the adoption papers to be processed. After the adoption was finalized, the Hydes relocated to New York City during Damien's youth, and Mia Hyde was adopted soon after. Damien could not speak until Mia, and he was afraid of his adopted elder brother Elliot Hyde, so this was a watershed moment for Damien.

Damien experienced severe mood swings as a teenager, which often led to fights, drugs, and he covertly drank and became hooked to alcohol. He despised all of the therapists he was obliged to see since none of them could assist him. His life then took a dramatic change when he was fifteen years old. On his way home from school one Monday afternoon, Damien happened to run into a tall, handsome gentleman dressed in a business suit on the streets of New York City. Damien was unconcerned about the incident with the guy he ran into. Even yet, when Damien got home that night, the guy he had run into was on the news. His name was Everette Wolfe, and his company, Wolfe Enterprises Inc., was named one of Forbes' 'richest corporations globally,' with a valuation of $2.1 trillion.

Damien did not realize he was his biological father until news rapidly traveled around the streets of New York that the millionaire had a son residing in the city. There was renowned Wolfe blood wandering the streets freely, ready for someone to abduct for ransom at any moment. Someone was constantly trying to bring down the powerful Wolfe family, which is why Damien's biological father looked for his son for a long time until he discovered him living with the Hyde's in downtown Brooklyn. Finally, Everette purchased Hyde's adoption papers and acquired complete custody of Damien. Damien moved into the Wolfe family home in upstate New York when he was sixteen, where he was taught all he needed to know about operating a company. Damian's connection with his father was never easy. Everette was always a cold individual who meant business. They didn't have a father-son relationship since Everette was constantly working. Until graduation, Damien habituated getting into problems at school and hanging around with the wrong kids.

Damien studied at Harvard University for four years as a business finance major before graduating. Damien returned home at the age of 21, and Everette chose to hand over the reins of the famous Wolfe Enterprises Holdings, Inc. to the next in line, Damien. Damien was named "New York's Youngest Billionaire," but he didn't just control a multibillion-dollar business. At the age of 24, he secretly formed his own drug cartel to increase his earnings and gain market dominance. Wolfe Enterprises Holdings, Inc. is no longer what it seems to be. It has cloaked itself as a technology company. Still, behind the scenes, it is the most dangerous criminal organization globally, especially given its strong ties to the European Union and Mexican borders. It has been effective for the last three and a half years, but the issue is how far Damien will go to retain control, or will his greed rekindle old wounds?

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cs: phosphene - fc: sean o'pry - playlist - pinterest (comingsoon)
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So begins...

Damien Wolfe's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Robyn Miller Character Portrait: Damien Wolfe Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Jade Davies Character Portrait: Lauren Clark Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Dylan Knight Character Portrait: Evie Addams Character Portrait: Gabriella Montez Character Portrait: Olivia Eriksen Character Portrait: Dean Sun Character Portrait: Adonis Galante Character Portrait: Julian Davies Character Portrait: Camilla Rhodes Character Portrait: Declan Sun Character Portrait: Simon Rizzo
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soren bowers.
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xxx I've been staying up all night
xxx Shaking needles out my spine
xxx But the doctor says I'm fine
xxx Feels good to be alive, but I hate my life

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The concept of the party had started as yet another one of their deep, meaningful conversations on the balcony. They got talking about all the people they’d been friends with once upon a time and where they’d all ended up. Some, Soren had managed to stay in contact with over the years. Others, not so much. He and Erin had begun talking about the parties they’d found themselves at and the ones they’d thrown in high school. Quite often, it had ended in everyone screaming at each other, with the same few members of the group sometimes even throwing punches, before they’d all stormed off home. They wouldn’t talk for maybe a day, and then it would be like nothing ever happened. Rinse and repeat, over and over again. But oh, when things were good, they were really good.

Erin and Soren had looked at each other, and it seemed they’d had the same idea at the same time. A party, just like the good old days, but with everyone in a slightly better place, and without the ringmistress that could spark a fight in seconds with just a smirk and a well-timed comment. Almost immediately, they began digging through their contacts to find people.

More or less everyone that had been invited had agreed to attend. Camilla’s reply had been rather blunt; an ambiguous “k” in response to his Instagram message, and then leaving the follow up messages entirely on read. Ever since the whole debacle where an unreleased Beautiful Strangers demo had somehow ended up being sampled on a Sophie’s valentine track, the relationship between the two bands had been… frosty. Beautiful Strangers had made the PR decision to attempt to end rumours of a feud, with band members tweeting about Sophie’s Valentine whenever they released new music, and Soren covering one of their songs on an Instagram live. The efforts weren’t reciprocated, but Beautiful Strangers’ management and the band themselves were at least content that Beautiful Strangers didn’t look like the asshole in this situation, which is all they really needed from it. So, to be honest, Soren would have been more surprised had she replied positively to his message but he still had no idea whether or not she was going to show up. He and Erin had a bet running; him betting that Cam would, Erin betting that she wouldn’t.

The thought of seeing everyone again was a little bit strange. They hadn’t been in a room together in years, and they had no idea how they were all going to interact. Perhaps they were being a little naive in hoping they’d all be able to have a good time and forget everything that had gone down between them; but it was worth trying. They were hoping that the copious amounts of alcohol would help and not make things any worse, but they knew that they were also possibly taking a risk and that things might go to hell. They told themselves that the important thing was, that they’d acknowledged that things might go to shit and that there was nothing they could do about it.

Despite that acceptance, the pre-party nerves were worse than ever. He’d taken as many painkillers as he could without risking getting drowsy or overly spacey to make sure he wouldn’t be sore and grouchy at the party. He told himself that was fine, that it was a one time thing for a special event, that it didn’t count, and tried to put everything out of his mind. But the reality of what exactly was involved was starting to kick in, and he was beginning to question if this was a good idea at all. He never would have admitted this to Erin (because saying it out loud might just result in her materialising in front of them like Voldemort), but at the back of his mind, he was afraid that Lauren would show up. He had no reason to believe she would; but she always had a way of knowing about things she shouldn’t. She always found out about these things, and she would seize any opportunity to start drama. In some strange ways, it was reassuring to know that she really hadn’t changed in the slightest. When she’d shown up backstage in Vancouver, of all places, it was like stepping back six years into a conversation in high school. She was sickly sweet, charming, flattering, pretending to have changed. And then when it had become apparent that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted by being nice… the claws had come out. She’d been somewhat shocked when he’d still told her that he didn’t care, he didn’t want her in his life; and that had been one of the most satisfying moments of his life. But he still didn’t want her showing up and starting shit; and he knew that if she heard it was him and Erin throwing it, she’d be even more determined to wreak havoc.

He spent most of that day in his room, working on music in an attempt to try and distract himself. It was all rough, demos of demos, just playing around on his old keyboard and the guitar to try and get melodies in his head, but it was enough to serve as a distraction. When he realised that he needed to start to get ready, he instinctively saved everything he’d recorded and backed it all up to an external hard drive. As an afterthought, he hid the hard drive in a drawer, made sure his laptop was shut down entirely, and then locked his bedroom door as he headed out to the kitchen. Paranoia? Perhaps, but he wasn’t risking having anyone getting their hands on something they shouldn’t. He didn’t trust anyone not to go snooping around their rooms; and, well, if Cam showed up, he definitely didn’t want to risk leaving any Beautiful Strangers material lying around. Just in case. He didn’t think that any of Sophie’s Valentine had been directly involved the first time, but he wasn’t going to risk it happening again.

Once out in the kitchen, he and Erin had a few drinks and scrolled through instagram together, liking everyone’s pre-party posts and gossiping about everyone. The things they’d heard people had been up to since they last saw them, how they thought people must have changed… it was exactly what they both needed to try and chill some of the pre-party apprehension. They were both nervous. How could they not be? But neither of them wanted to acknowledge that, and so, they settled for just distracting themselves for a while.

He was almost surprised at how happy everyone seemed to be to see each other. The bad blood seemed to have vanished, or at least be put to the side while everyone was still sober. Camilla even showed up (Soren had shot Erin a triumphant grin at that point) and was somewhat civil to the both of them. The party was beginning to really kick off now, with a few people dancing and chatting in the living room, a few chatting out on the balcony, and others grabbing drinks and snacks in the kitchen. Soren excused himself from the group he had been talking to and headed towards the kitchen to get another drin




evie addams.
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xxx I don't feel sorry for you
xxx Cause now the tables turning
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xxx It's coming crashing down

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The thought of seeing everyone again after this long was strange. Evie had only spoken to most of them through DMs and texts over the past few months, and she knew there were a few people likely to be there that she hadn’t spoken to at all since she’d graduated. But everyone she longed to see and longed to have fun with were going to be there, and that was what mattered to her at the end of the day. She was determined to focus on the good things of this party and not worry about the bad. This would be different, she told herself. She was different now, everyone else had changed, and things would be better. She kept repeating that reassurance to herself as she got ready for the party. It would be fine. She was going to have fun

Once upon a time, getting dressed for these types of events had been an absolute nightmare for her. Everything she’d worn had always felt wrong, especially when she was standing beside people like Lauren, Camilla, and Jade, who always seemed to be so effortlessly stylish and who could pull off anything… and who wouldn’t hesitate to make derogatory comments on what people were wearing and whether or not they thought they looked good. Lauren had usually helped with planning her outfit, and Evie had been so grateful for that. It guaranteed the group’s approval and her exemption from those harsh, mean comments that they would make about everyone else. But now, she could see that for what it had been; another opportunity to manipulate and control her, usually to make sure that she didn’t look as good as Lauren. Those comments had probably still been made behind her back instead of to her face. Now, she didn’t need to impress anyone. She could dress for herself and wore what made her happy; not what she thought would get the approval she needed.

Now, Evie’s only dilemma as to what to wear was because she had no idea how dressy this party was supposed to be, if she should show up dolled up to the nines, or if she should show up in something a bit more casual. Erin hadn’t really helped when Evie had asked her, saying she should just wear whatever she liked, they didn’t mind too much. Soren’s answer of “i mean i guess similar to the parties we had in high school?” had been slightly more helpful, but she was still stuck between two choices. She’d texted Gabriella for help, and the decision they’d come to was something along the lines of “fuck it, being overdressed is better than being underdressed.”

The dress was something she never would have dared wear around Lauren. Lauren would have made some comment about how she really just didn’t have the figure for it, that black made her look pale, that she was too short to pull off a leg split, and then just claimed she was trying to help and be supportive. But Evie had fallen in love with it the minute she saw it, and had been dying for an opportunity to wear it. Was it possibly still a little dressy for this type of party? Probably. Did she care? Absolutely not.

She had been shocked when her taxi had dropped outside Erin’s apartment. She knew that The Golden Owl was doing well, but she hadn’t expected the apartment to be quite so grand. Clearly, Erin was doing well for herself. Evie was glad for that. Erin had been somewhat troubled in high school (hadn’t they all?), but she’d still tried to be a good friend to Evie, even as Evie had stuck close to Erin’s sworn enemy. She was excited to see everyone again; but for some reason, she was especially excited to see Erin.

She’d greeted both Erin and Soren with hugs. They’d both changed so much, and yet somehow not all. Truth be told, she’d only ever really known Soren through Lauren, which meant she hadn’t really known him at all, and after the breakup, it wasn’t like she could have been friends with him. At first, Lauren had played the heartbroken girlfriend who just hadn’t been able to cope with the thoughts of her boyfriend being in pain, so it was easier to just not to have to look at that. And then, as time gone on, her story changed, and Lauren confided the truth to Evie. How she’d only ever really liked him because he was fun and for the whole tormented artist thing he had going for him, and how she’d cheated on him multiple times during the relationship, including while Soren was recovering from surgery. At the time, Evie had sided with Lauren entirely, believing that Lauren’s reasons were justified. Now she knew the truth and had gotten to know Soren a little better over the past couple of months, it just further drove home the point of how terrible a person Lauren truly was.

She found herself wandering around the party, constantly finding and losing people as she tried to say hi to everyone. But now, her gaze was set firmly on the dance floor, as she searched the room for someone to grab and drag to come dance with her.

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Character Portrait: Robyn Miller Character Portrait: Damien Wolfe Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Jade Davies Character Portrait: Lauren Clark Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Dylan Knight Character Portrait: Evie Addams Character Portrait: Gabriella Montez Character Portrait: Olivia Eriksen Character Portrait: Dean Sun Character Portrait: Adonis Galante Character Portrait: Julian Davies Character Portrait: Camilla Rhodes Character Portrait: Declan Sun Character Portrait: Simon Rizzo Character Portrait: Jeremy Williams
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Olivia Eriksen
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xxx I wanna paint your face
xxx Like you're my Mona Lisa
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xxx I wanna be a loser

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Livvy was shooting a wedding in Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts when she received a text from one of her favorite people. Erin. Apparently, her gorgeous bar-owner friend and her rock star bestie decided it was time to get the gang back together. And, since Livvy had a job waiting for her at the Institute in New York anyway, she was more than happy to attend. And, of course, so did Simon.

She hadn't seen much of her best friend these days outside of the various video chats they tended to use. It'll be nice to get back to their roots, so to speak. In fact, she hadn't seen many of her friends since she left New York in her bus outside of video chat and social media. She's stopped in every now and then. Grab a cup of coffee and peruse the photography and art books in the reference section of the Cozy Book Nook, knockback shots at The Golden Owl, bump fuzzies with ye old fuck buddies in various homes. But it had been at least a year and she couldn't stop thinking about what faces she might see again.

It was Erin's party so of course, she would be seeing her. And obviously Simon. A few messages revealed Gabriella was going to be there too, much to Livvy's delight. She wasn't sure who else was going to be there, but she knew who wasn't going to be there. Lauren. Livvy hoped her henchmen wouldn't be there either. Though, from what she heard, they had renounced the fire-breathing bitch queen and found their own lives without her.

Good for them.

Then again. Maybe Lauren should come. It would give her a chance to finally shoot her shot and check her off her fuck list she had made in high school on a dare.

Speaking of fuck lists... her fingers began to tingle, her pulse keeping time against her ribcage. Would Dean be there? They hadn't spoken much since high school. Their breakup was... tough. Livvy was just as addicted to him as she was the high and staying away after they split was easier said than done. She saw that he was starting to clean himself up a bit, much like herself. Maybe... it would be time to start again?

She found a place to park her bus--the secure parking garage of the Institute--and tore through her closet. After a few failed attempts and a near panic attack, she had decided on a black strapless crop top and a flowing high-low black skirt with a pair of nude pumps. She knew she'd be kicking them off as soon as she got in the door but it was part of the look and wearing flats with this length of skirt in New York was just asking for trouble.

While she waited for the taxi to pull up, she stood outside the Institute and scrolled through social media. She paused a photo of Adonis slid into view. She rubbed at the strange weight in her chest at the sight of him. She had been meaning to text him. Ask him how Flur was. To just... talk like they once had, but, obviously, she hadn't. She double tapped his photo, wondering if he would be there tonight. Which made her wonder about someone else. Her mentor, Julian. She figured he'd be in attendance as last she heard he was working for Erin. She hadn't seen him since before he was locked up. They sent a few letters, but it hurt too much. It was like losing a brother. Or she guessed that's how it would feel. She was--thankfully--an only child. She couldn't imaging sharing her past with other children. Her's was rough enough.

There was a splash as the taxi rounded the corner. She waved it over and waited for it to come to a complete stop before climbing in and giving the driver the address to Erin's apartment.

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No matter how many times she saw it, she was impressed by the size of Erin's apartment. It was much bigger than her bus, that was for sure. She watched the taxi drive away before she stared up at the door, a mix of anticipation and dread churning through her. Maybe she should go home. She hadn't thought this through. What if the goon squad was in attendance? What if she lost the control she had been working so hard to maintain? And maybe so what if she did? One night wouldn't hurt anyone. She squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, and strolled inside.

The first person she nearly tackled to the ground was, in fact, Julian. When she saw him, she couldn't help it. It had been so long since she saw the man that inspired a great deal of her art. Who taught her nearly everything she knew about color theory and lighting. Who was just as much a part of her little family she made as Simon. After him, she wandered through the crowd, spying a few faces that were familiar, but she couldn't guess their names.

She spotted Erin and Evie dancing together and rubbed at the weird feeling in her chest.

Maybe she should see a cardiologist.

At a momentary loss at what to do, she did what she usually did.

She pulled out her small pouch of pencils from her satchel she brought with her everywhere and her travel-size sketchbook. She poured herself a drink, stood at the island in the kitchen, and sketched.







Simon Rizzo
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xxx I'm always screaming my lungs out
xxx till my head starts spinning
xxx Playing my songs is the way I cope with life
xxx Won't keep my voice down
xxx Know the words I speak are the thoughts I think out loud

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Simon checked his watch every few minutes as he pretended to flip through a magazine while he stood behind the counter of The Cozy Book Nook. When Livvy texted about Erin's party he was, hesitant to say the least. While there were certain people in their circle that he enjoyed spending time with like Erin and Julian, there were others he wasn't super fond of. Like Dean. And Adonis. and Jade. And, he shuddered to think about her, Lauren. Or the "fire-breathing bitch queen" as Livvy calls her.

But, hopefully, given the history, she wouldn't be there tonight.

He was waiting for Jennifer and Shaundra to get there to switch shifts so he could make it back to his apartment in time to change and meet Robyn at her place so they could go to Erin's together. Being Livvy's best friend meant knowing where Erin's apartment was. Plus... It was Robyn. He was honestly surprised she said yes. I mean... it's Robyn.

Anyway, he was reading the same article for the fifth time when he was literally saved by the bell on the door as the night crew came to take over. He nearly darted out the door with a salute and well wishes for a good night before he practically jogged to his home. He was definitely going to need a shower.

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Pomade in his hair, a light cologne misting around him, and a clean shaved face. He was dressed in his bootcut jeans, a pair of polished black boots, a skeleton t-shirt, and his favorite jean jacket. On his way out the door, he made sure he had his wallet and his keys and grabbed his guitar.

The taxi was already waiting by the time the soles of his boots hit the concrete of the sidewalk. He dove inside and provided the address for Robyn's home which she had written on a piece of a napkin the last time she was in the Nook. Being a man of music, he had memorized it. He had done the same for Erin's apartment, Livvy's license plate (just in case something happened to her bus), and his Mom's, Livvy's, and Julian's cell numbers.

He stood outside the door as he waited for her to join him. And when she did, all words let his mind. All he could hear was music as she smiled shyly at him. "Wow, Robyn," He breathed, "You look amazing." He held the door open for her before climbing inside behind her.

Once they had arrived at Erin's, he exited with his guitar and gently placed it on the ground before offering a hand to her to assist in her own exit. He could've sworn he felt a zinging in his hands where she held onto his. Once she was safely on the sidewalk, he laughed self-consciously and rubbed at the back of his neck, letting go of her hand. "Sorry." He gestured for her to go up the stairs first saying, "After you."

He could feel the music in his chest as soon as the door opened and only intensified as he got closer to the sound system in the living room. Erin and Evie were dancing to some EDM song pumping through the speakers. Others were just joining conversations. He spotted Livvy sketching at the island but decided against going right up to her for now. They were close as siblings, but one conversation they had was giving each other space. They tended to crowd each other in... well... crowded situations and often times it overwhelmed them.

She gave him a smile and raised her glass to him and that was a greeting enough for him. They would talk later. He noticed her fingers were already smudged with graphite. You can take the artist out of her studio, but you can't take the art out of the artist.

Instead, he turned to Robyn, held his hand out to her, palm up, and asked, "May I have this dance, M'Lady?"

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co written by caille aka sor

dylan’s outfit 1.
adonis’s outfit 1. 2. 3.


Adonis hadn’t received an invite to Erin’s party, at least not directly. It came up one day when he was hanging around her bar waiting for Julian to get off. He didn’t take it personally, he knew Erin didn’t want his mess in her home. Regardless he was going to show. This many shitshows under one roof, no way he’d miss that. The temptation for the capacity for chaos was too great.

Supposedly Lauren wasn’t invited either, but he didn’t put it past her to show up uninvited as well. As much as he trusted that she wouldn’t want to rip up the meal ticket she scored with his parents, Adonis still wanted to make sure she didn’t show up spreading falsehoods about him and his family. His friends knew so little about his daughter beyond the fact that she lived with his parent’s, he didn’t need Lauren filling in the blanks for them.Luckily the disgraced former queen bee had yet to have blessed them with her presence.

After going around saying hellos, grabbing a drink, Adonis drifted to the billiards table. People were playing for fun and that was cool, but Adonis wanted to liven things up a bit. He managed to get some guys to bet 50 on a game, letting them win by just a hair before asking them to go double or nothing - even giving them an extra turn per round so they each had a go. Of course the offer was too sweet to refuse. He of course dragged their asses across the green felt table and emptied their wallets too.

Dylan saw the invite to the party and immediately wanted to decline. She did not associate with others from her past too often, the odd time she would hang out at Erin’s bar or she would spend time with Soren, but when she graduated she moved far away and did not really want to return.

Malibu was nice, it had the beaches she desired, the open air to just be who you wanted to be. It was far away from their parents, and all the people who ever made her feel small. Unfortunately her life did not warrant being in Malibu long, because before long she ended up back in New York City, apparently the city of dreams.

The woman never saw New York City in the same light, but it was where she could succeed at getting people’s money and doing what she did best, being an absolute con artist. Of course that led her back into her husband Damien’s life along with a few others, Adonis being one of them.

Damien had some affairs to attend to, and Dylan would never get in the way of that, so she got ready and came to the party by herself. It wasn’t long after getting a drink that she made her way over to the best part of the party, the billiards. They doubted there would be any poker games, so the next best way to get her money was the green felted tables.

“Aye, Dylan.” Adonis caught sight of the stunner, walking into the room. He just finished beating yet another sucker out of $20, chalking the tip of his cue stick victoriously. Rounding the table, he slid around to close the distance between them. His eyes darkened as he leaned in leaning against the cue stick, lights casting shadows from above that made his usually boyish features sharpen.

“You are looking. . .” His eyes dragged downwards before meeting their gaze again, lips upturned in an all too-knowing smirk. “Mighty fine.”

She leaned against the one side of the table sipping her drink as she watched the dark haired boy come up to her and close their distance. Immediately a sly grin was prompt on her face as he made his comment.

Dylan instantly did a 180 turn so he could see the back and turned back around to face him. She could say a plethora of words, but none of them would matter, if she really wanted to play around before her husband got here it would take zero words. It would be easy and efficient, but Dylan liked the cat and mouse chase a little too much.

“Is that the best you got, Adonis?” She teased him and immediately her arm stretched out so her fingertips could push against his shoulders to push him back a little. It was honestly just an excuse to engage in some sort of physical contact.

“I was coming to sweep up the cash over here, but it appears you already beat me to it.” She mused a little as their wrist made small swift motions swirling her drink around. Dylan wouldn’t tell anyone that it was just club soda and lime. As far as they knew there was gin in it, but no one needed to know about her personal life at a party. Some people already knew way too much, but those matters would be handled soon enough.

“Is there a way I might earn that money?” They said their eyes looked up at Adonis, but she made sure to keep them big and innocent as her lips formed into a small pout. Dylan was used to getting her with Adonis, and felt tonight would be no different.

“Don’t you already take enough of my money?” Adonis mocked an injury, clutching at his side. Dylan already bled him dry. He was at the club every day he could when he knew she’d be there, always sure to spring for the champagne room to buy them some extra time. When you were sleeping with the boss’s wife you had to be unorthodox with your methods.

Twirling the cue stick casually so that the tip was facing downward, he gently rapped it against Dylan’s leg. The wood made a soft slapping sound against her skin, Adonis glancing up suggestively. As he stepped forward the tip of the cue stick traced along the length of her leg slipping under the fabric as it slid up the slit of her dress. It all happened in one movement, so smooth that anyone else watching might not have noticed the nuance of his motions.

They almost lost their composure when Adonis mentioned her already getting most of his money. Of course she knew she already collected a lot of it in the champagne room, but for some of the things that they did, they needed the champagne room. This was especially true for the line of work her husband was in and well, Adonis was in.

She grinned, feeling the cue stick rub against her leg. It was enough to want to pull him into the bathroom and do something quickly, but running the risk of someone seeing and reporting to her husband? Not a chance. Lauren already held one of her cards, and if she showed up tonight she could lay it out on the table for everyone to see, no one else needed that power.

“What can I say? I’m just a selfish woman with many needs.” Dylan mused before having some of her drink, feeling the tip of the cue wander up her dress. It was so subtle, but yet so obvious. “I can play you for the money, if you want.” They offered, as much as the stripper loved to tease Adonis, she also knew about the right place and time for advances she wanted to make, and now wasn’t the time.

“Got any plans after this?”

“Well,” Adonis rubbed at his chin leaning in to whisper next. “Depends on what you’re doing.”

“I think I could schedule you in and do you after.” Dylan said quietly and just audible enough for Adonis to hear under the roar of the music. Though they could have their fun any day, the nostalgia of being around old friends added excitement to their affair. Things with these people always blew up at one point or another and Adonis definitely wanted in on the mess. He and Dylan both were creatures of chaos. It’s how they both ended up mixed in the cartel after the rest of their friends moved on.

“Come on, let’s play.” Adonis winked before quickly pulling back from Dylan’s space, turning back to the pool table. Going around to each pocket to throw the balls toward the center, then grabbing the rack roaming it across the green felt to capture each ball and arranging the set up. He looked up to Dylan as he centered the rack, giving her a mischievous grin. “Need me to break em’, or you think you can manage?”

In a manner of minutes, Adonis had set up their game, and Dylan grabbed a cue. She took her time to figure out which one she wanted to use, and by the time he asked her about breaking, she just chalked up her cue.

“Please, Adonis. I could break in my sleep.” They said as their body moved to be more level with the table their chest tilted down. Adonis used his cue stick as support as he leaned over, making no attempt at subtlety as he looked down Dylan’s dress. Dylan’s right hand was held firmly, but still loose enough for movement near the back of the cue stick, and her hand set up to prop and aim her shot up nicely.

The white ball was hit with precision and force that broke the balls apart, and a solid sunk into the left corner pocket. Adonis watched as it neatly rolled into the pocket, looking back at Dylan with a raised brow.

“Guess I’m solids.” She said grinning before taking her next shot which resulted in his turn.

“Alright then,” Adonis rubbed his hands together before analyzing the table. He had no intention of going easy on Dylan, he never did. “Game on.”

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damien wolfe.
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outfit. soul. mental. #a77769.
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xxx insane, inside the danger gets me high
xxx can't help myself got secrets I can't tell
xxx i love the smell of gasoline
xxx i light the match to taste the heat
xxx i've always liked to play with fire

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outfit. james valdez. underboss.
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Damien was late for the party. This much was true. He received the invitation some days ago from a contact he much less had talked to in years. Not only did he have little interest in festivities tonight, but he did not know how he felt about being in a room filled with strangers. He hasn’t seen most of them since his high school days, but he decided to leave his past behind him. It was the only way he had any intentions to grow into who he has become today; a multi-billionaire with a successful tech business. But, that was the role he used as a distraction to keep others from discovering his truth. Beneath the surface, he was a notorious capo of the most dangerous drug cartel harboring connections overseas. His covert operation included managing the production, management, and promotion of drug trafficking, establishing alliances, and waging war with adjacent cartels. Today was his two-and-a-half-year anniversary in business, and each day wasn't getting any easier, particularly because his cartel was gaining traction across the board. The more well-known the cartel, the more sought they were by law enforcement. The strategy was straightforward: go in, get out, omertà. Even though Damien's name was kept hidden from the public, he still had some who put him to the test; they wanted what he had; they wanted power. Damien was always cautious not to allow anybody close to him, shutting his emotions off against things that might be used as leverage at some time, which is why he chose to remove people from his life. He nearly got murdered for being irresponsible, particularly since Damien did not discover the perpetrator until today. He set his eyes on anybody who represented a danger to him or his business.

The lengthy corridor appeared to go on indefinitely. The overhead lights that flanked the walkway were dimly illuminated and did not provide enough illumination. Still, it was dark and silent. The only noises heard were Damien's oxford cushioning the concrete surface and his lieutenants, James Valdez and Dwight Johnson, echoing his footsteps from behind him. They were doing business at Damien's corporate office in Manhattan when they heard from one of Damien's falcons that the guy responsible for Damien's assassination attempt had emerged from hiding two years earlier. That was an hour ago, but Damien directed the falcon to keep a tight watch on their target until one of the sicarios could abduct him. The victim was taken to one of the Wolfe cartel's warehouses on the outskirts of New York, in the middle of nowhere.

The three in charge were marching down the hall, referring to their authority. They were getting closer to the distant screams of someone being tortured; the noises reverberated as they rebounded off the walls. Finally, the three guys came to a halt in front of the rolling steel door and faced each other. “Are you sure that you want to do this, boss?" Dwight inquired, his face furrowed and his hands buried deep inside his tan business suit. Damien understood what Dwight meant. It was unusual for him to do the dirty job of sitting in on one of their prisoners being tortured, and no one ever saw Damien's face in their business unless they were about to die. Damien grabbed James' black vinyl gloves from his grasp and nodded, his jaw clenching as he slid his hands inside the gloves. Dwight took a breather, shifting his gaze from Damien to James, then back to Damien. He finally reached down to grasp the handle and pulled it over his head, causing the door to crash open. Three of their sicarios surrounded the man of the hour who sat on a chair slumped in the center of the room. His hands were tied, a cloth was around his mouth, and blood ran down the side of his head. His clothes were spattered with dried blood and filth. The prisoner squinted his eyes towards the direction of the light that peered through the stockroom's door. His gaze swept the three towering bodies before settling on Damien Wolfe. Damien was the proudest of them all; his hands clasped in front of him as he looked blankly at the prisoner. His eyes were dark and menacing, causing the guy to move in his chair and shake his head as he screamed a succession of 'no's.

"Hello, there." Damien's voice was scornful and evil as he said, “We meet again.” Damien entered the room with such elegance and assurance that two of his sicarios backed away hesitantly. He walked over to a corner and grabbed a chair, dragging it along the concrete floor towards his new friend. “Only this time,” he continued. “I'm the hunter,” he said as he sat in the chair in front of the prisoner, adjusting it so that the back post faced him. As the two guys sat face to face, examining each other, there was quiet. Damien saw that he had been severely battered, that his right eye was swollen, and that the sicarios busted his lip. However, he expressed no remorse for the guy who almost murdered him outside the restaurant if James hadn't intervened. He would have died because of the obnoxious jerk in front of him. Damien moved forward and snatched the handkerchief from his lips before resuming his seat.

“Now,” Damien snapped his fingers at one of his sicarios, who quickly turned over the silencer in his hands. “I trust I need no introduction. But who exactly are you?” Damien shifted his gaze away from the hefty metal in his palms, hoping for a response. When he never got one, Damien raised the gun above his head, pulling the trigger. The bullet bounced off the metal steel ceiling panels and rattled on the floor. Damien lowered his pistol and cocked his head to the side, aiming the barrel between the captive's eyes. “The next bullet is going through your head,” Damien said sternly. He dropped the pistol, even more, letting the weight of it lie freely in his hands as he leaned on the chair's upper rail.

“What is your name?" His voice was suddenly more audible. The prisoner scowled at Damien before bending forward towards the infamous boss and spatting on the ground. “Scarface,” he said, a wicked smile on his face, some of his teeth missing. “And I recognize you. Damien Wolfe, a pretty white boy who inherited most of his father's fortune, new to the drug business, and now has all this money he doesn't know what to do with-" His speech was cut short by the sound of Damien shooting the pistol. When he realized the bullet had gone through his foot, the guy shouted in pain. The sicarios and lieutenants gathered about, seeing the brutal questioning. Nobody ventured to enter the lion's den.

“Let's try this again,” Damien said calmly as he tightened the barrel on the pistol. “Who sent you?"

“F-fuck you,” the guy huffed, holding back the agony of his gunshot wound.

Damien jumped up from his chair, knocking it on the floor. He drew closer to the guy, resting his hands on the chair's armrest. "Who sent you!?" He yelled, spewing droplets of saliva into the man's face with the venom of each word. His face was flushed, and he was losing patience. But the guy refused to budge. He didn't react as Damien threw the chair across the room and waved the pistol in his face, threatening to kill him. When he was centimeters away from Damien's face, the grin on his face grew. “You already know who sent me.”

Damien wrinkled his brows in response to the man's remarks. He wasn't sure who could've sent Scarface to murder him since he had more enemies than he could count, all with the same objective. But whoever was responsible for this was unyielding, and he knew that if he didn't solve it right now, it would turn into an even larger issue. Damien pulled himself away from Scarface, exasperated. He walked about the room, squeezing his nose as his mind wandered. Many individuals wanted Damien dead, but no one has ever succeeded or even attempted to do so. They largely stayed away; therefore, the issue is, who is it? He came to a halt in his pacing and faced Scarface once more. He looked at him as if he knew the answers to all of his inquiries, but it was irritating when Scarface didn't participate. He was finally rendered ineffective when Damien pointed the pistol towards Scarface’s head and squeezed the trigger. He stood still as Scar's corpse fell on the chair. “Get rid of the body,” he said to the sicarios before turning on one heel, handing Dwight his pistol, and exiting the room.

After Damien's encounter with Scarface, minutes stretched into hours. ‘You know who sent me,' Damien let the words play back in his mind as he sat in the back of his Maserati with James, who sensed his boss was tense. They were sitting outside the party, and the booming bass of the music matched the fast pounding of his heart in his chest. When Damien and James got out of the vehicle, he fought down his apprehension and said, "Let's go." The two attractive, well-dressed guys approached the party but were halted by the sight of a squirrel writhing on the ground, white foam coming from its lips.

“The hell,” James said as he moved away from it. They watched as the squirrel ran off into the distance. Then, they walked inside, making a big entrance that drew a few heads in their way.

“I need to go the restroom,” Damien said above the music to James. James gave him a thumbs up before making his way through the crowds of people dancing in the direction of the kitchen for drinks. Damien made his way through the throng to the restroom, taking out his phone to send a series of texts to Dylan.

To Wifey Dyl:
where are you?
are you still mad at me?
come home.

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Character Portrait: Robyn Miller Character Portrait: Damien Wolfe Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Jade Davies Character Portrait: Lauren Clark Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Dylan Knight Character Portrait: Evie Addams Character Portrait: Gabriella Montez Character Portrait: Olivia Eriksen Character Portrait: Dean Sun Character Portrait: Adonis Galante Character Portrait: Julian Davies Character Portrait: Camilla Rhodes Character Portrait: Declan Sun Character Portrait: Simon Rizzo
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xxx I don't feel sorry for you
xxx Cause now the tables turning
xxx And now the bridge is burning
xxx It's coming crashing down

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In some ways, Evie didn’t realise that she was searching for someone in particular until that someone materialised beside her, with a wry comment and that charming smirk. Evie grinned and returned Erin’s side hug. She laughed and shrugged a little at the comment. “Never really know what to do with myself,” she admitted with an honest laugh. For years, she’d just followed Lauren around and followed her example. Figuring out what to do with her own agency, as her own person, took a little bit of time. Erin’s comment about not being a party animal herself made her chuckle a little. Evie wasn’t quite sure that she believed Erin on that, but she appreciated the comfort nonetheless.

Evie wasn’t quite sure how to react when Erin declared that she had to go with her, gently taking Evie’s drink from her and setting it down. She had to fight back a blush as Erin took her hand, but felt that her huge, cheesy smile had to give her away, as she nodded at Erin’s request for a dance. “Sure,” she managed to get out, before tugging Erin towards the dance floor.

Evie had never really gotten to spend much time with Erin before. Erin and Lauren had hated each other, and Evie had always just stuck with Lauren, no matter the horrible things that she was saying. But now, Evie wanted to make up for that, and get to know the real Erin, not the version that Lauren painted of her. And if that started with dancing and having fun together, well, who was she to turn it down?

For once, Evie wasn’t worried about how she looked or what people thought of her. As a teenager, her mind had always been on whether or not she looked “hot”, how she compared to Lauren and Jade and Camilla, what they thought of her, what everyone else thought of her. But no more. Now, she was focused on the moment and on having fun. Because that’s what she was doing; having fun. She was laughing and dancing with Erin, not worrying about whether people were staring or what they could possibly be thinking. She spotted Gabriella and gave an excited, albeit brief wave, that she wasn’t sure whether or not the other girl saw.

She grinned as Julian approached them, almost a little awkwardly, to say hello to Erin. The once or twice that Evie had swung by the Golden Owl, she’d seen Julian behind the bar, and while they hadn’t necessarily talked much, it was good to see him doing well. Her smile faltered a little bit at the mention of Jade, but she nodded. “Good to see you, mate.”

They got back to dancing and enjoying themselves for another little while. And then, as Evie turned, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, one that sent chills down her spine, and she froze.




lauren clark.
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outfit. #540000.
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xxx Honey, I rose up from the dead,
xxx I do it all the time
xxx I've got a list of names
xxx and yours is in red, underlined

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Getting back in contact with Camilla might just have been the best decision Lauren had made. If she hadn’t, she probably wouldn’t have heard about this little party. Jade had been making vague posts about it all week on instagram as well, probably with the intention of catching Lauren’s interest. It was a cute attempt, really, but Camilla had already spoiled that surprise for Jade. Lauren had liked the posts, of course, but hadn’t particularly engaged with them beyond that. She knew that Jade was likely to try and impress her, or show her that she had somehow surpassed Lauren in terms of being the Queen Bee, a thought that made Lauren genuinely laugh.

She already knew all of her old favourite toys would be there. Lauren smiled at the thought as she leaned in to add the finishing touches to her eyeliner. It was Erin’s apartment, which meant that Soren was also guaranteed to be there. He thought he’d called her bluff when she’d threatened to tell the world about all of his little secrets. And truth be told, she’d been tempted to post the pictures she had, just to spite him. But when she’d heard about the party, she figured that she’d have the opportunity to get even more dirt on him. Being with a rockstar was exactly the angle her reputation needed right now, even one that was known to be the opposite of the stereotype. The aesthetics were all that mattered. She had her ways of getting everything else she wanted. She always had; her relationship with him had always been about the aesthetics and the fun of it all.

And then, of course, there was Erin herself. Oh, the things that Lauren had on Erin. Erin had gotten bold around the time that Evie had gotten herself sent to hospital and had blamed it all on Lauren. But a twisted smile and a reminder of the information that Lauren had, and Erin had dropped it. That sort of power over one of her most notorious critics was the most intoxicating kind.

She’d also heard through a reliable source that Dean was going to be there, which meant that his shadow of a brother was also likely to be there. At least she knew that there was likely to be a bit of fun if Dean was there. Declan was a little bit of a complication, having taken the sides of those such as Evie and Gabriella over the years, but as far as she was concerned, he wasn’t likely to be a problem or a barrier to her being able to have a little bit of fun.

Showing up to a party on time was overrated, and not her style. She wanted to make sure that all eyes would be on her when she arrived. And so, she waited, booking her taxi for an hour after the time that Camilla had told her. Camilla had been oh so generous in telling Lauren all of the details, acting as the perfect little minion. She’d fallen right back into Lauren’s clutches and all it had taken was a few friendly texts, comments hyping her up on instagram, and some juicy gossip, and it was like nothing had ever happened between them. Of course, it had, and Lauren wasn’t going to forget their little conversation in the hospital any time soon. But being friends with Camilla was in Lauren’s interests at the minute, and so, she’d make sure to stay on her good side for as long as was required.

She stepped out of the taxi and scanned the building in front of her. She shook her head, smiling to herself as she imagined how the hell Erin explained how she could afford this apartment to people. Everyone knew that the Golden Owl couldn’t be making that much money to be able to afford a nice place like this. There were one or two stragglers outside, who saw her and froze. She didn’t recognise them; which meant they either feared her by reputation, or her appearance was enough to strike fear into them. Lauren’s wicked smile grew a little. Either of those things were good. She took her time making her way into the apartment. If anyone recognised her, she wanted them to be sure that it was her. She wanted everyone to know that she was there, and that she meant business.

The dance floor was right in front of her as she finally stepped into the apartment itself. She could already see a few familiar faces. Those familiar faces began to do double takes as they noticed her. Evie and Erin were out dancing on the floor together, laughing and apparently oblivious to the looks and the comments that were being made about them. It was cute, really, but Lauren knew that with a few well placed revelations, she could change the way they looked at each other forever.

But it was probably a bit early in the party to begin plotting anyone’s downfall just yet.

As Evie twirled, she spotted Lauren and froze, the smile falling from her face in an instant and her expression turning to one of horror. That was Lauren’s cue, it seemed. She spotted Camilla and strode towards her. As she walked, all conversation seemed to die, save for whispers that were barely heard over the music; some emo shit that Soren had presumably chosen.

“Hello, darling,” Lauren called, leaning in to kiss Camilla on the cheek. “Thank you so much for inviting me to this… wonderful little party,” she said. “I’m so psyched to be able to see all my old… friends again,” she said, turning and scanning the room. Her smile widened as she realised that practically all of their old group was there. All of her favourite toys. All of the people whose secrets she still knew, who she still held in the palm of her hand.

All of the people she could, and would ruin.




soren bowers.
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xxx I've been staying up all night
xxx Shaking needles out my spine
xxx But the doctor says I'm fine
xxx Feels good to be alive, but I hate my life

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Soren grinned at Erin as she passed. As he got into the kitchen, he heard a familiar voice calling out to him, offering him a beer. He grinned and held out his hand. “You’re a mind reader, Gabriella,” he called, accepting the drink. But before he could properly greet Gabriella, she turned to Declan (who Soren only realised was there as she did so), said something he couldn’t quite hear and left. Soren recovered, taking a mouthful of his beer, and took a moment to compose his thoughts.

And then Declan also left, apparently having not noticed Soren’s arrival either. Soren just took another drink, sighing a little. He felt vaguely deflated by the fact that the only person that seemed to have really paid any heed to him was Camilla and her comment about his shirt. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Because as he looked back out towards the dance floor, he saw something that sent shivers down his spine.

Lauren was there. She kissed Cam on the cheek, before turning to scan the room. Lauren’s eyes landed on Soren, and her smile became even more wicked. He made his way towards her, unsmiling as he approached.

“Soren, darling, how wonderful to see you as well. You look fantastic, and what a wonderful party,” she said. He didn’t smile, and that just seemed to make hers widen.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He asked.
“My darling friend Camilla here invited me,” she said. Soren instinctively shot a glare at Cam, before turning his attention back to Lauren. She bet him to the punch however.

“Come on then, Sor, darling, be the gracious host we all know you are,” she said, taking a step towards him and cupping his face. He froze for a second, conscious of everyone watching them. He pushed her hand away, as calmly but as insistently as he could.
“Leave,” he said, loudly enough for everyone to hear. Her eyes shone with a dangerous energy, a warning, her whole demeanour like a trickster goddess, waiting for someone to fall in her trap. And it seemed like somebody just had.
“Are you going to make me?” She asked. There was nothing playful in her tone, even if it was light. He braced himself, knowing that the sting was coming. “Do you really think you’d be able to do that? What with your bad hip and all of your… other problems?” She asked, her tone cold and harsh, and somehow still light. She made sure that everyone would hear, and that they’d be hanging on to her every word. She really hadn’t changed. And then she smiled, her demeanour changing back to friendly and open. “I really can’t wait to catch up with all of you again,” she said, turning to address the party, and choosing another target to go talk to. Soren went to follow her or to say something, but somebody grabbed his arm to hold him back.

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Character Portrait: Robyn Miller Character Portrait: Damien Wolfe Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Jade Davies Character Portrait: Lauren Clark Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Dylan Knight Character Portrait: Evie Addams Character Portrait: Gabriella Montez Character Portrait: Olivia Eriksen Character Portrait: Dean Sun Character Portrait: Adonis Galante Character Portrait: Julian Davies Character Portrait: Camilla Rhodes Character Portrait: Declan Sun Character Portrait: Simon Rizzo Character Portrait: Jeremy Williams
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Olivia Eriksen
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Art Conservator/Starving Artist | outfit. | Song |#8B8000.
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xxx I wanna paint your face
xxx Like you're my Mona Lisa
xxx I wanna be a champion
xxx I wanna be a loser

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Livvy should've picked a better place to sketch she decided. Part of her was scolding herself for not interacting more, but her travel had made it hard to keep in touch with a lot of people. Many reconnected with old friends and some... made new friends. She always had Simon, of course, but they couldn't cling to one another like Rose and Jack in the Titanic. The scene with the door still upset her. There was plenty of room on that damn door for Jack! She shook her head sharply, getting lost in her thoughts. She took another sip as someone grabbed her in a hug from behind and she squeaked--actually squeaked--as Gabriella embraced her. "Hello to you too," she said with a laugh. Gabriella, one of those new friends/old friends who found new friends with old friends (she should make a mind map to follow all the friendships around here), turned her attention to Soren. Livvy gave him a small nod and went back to sketching. She saw Soren every now and then, but he was more Simon's kind of guy. They shared a love of music.

Only Julian shared Livvy's love of art.

She had half a thought to go find him when more faces filled the kitchen and she started to feel a bit crowded. With a grunt, she tossed her things in her little bag and moved around the island to try to find a different space to exist in. She heard a familiar voice--Robyn's--greet someone that made Livvy stop in her tracks. Dean.

There he was. Just as attractive as he was in high school. More so with that swagger and his hair. She felt her palms get sweaty and realized she was staring. Thankfully he didn't seem to notice. In fact, he didn't seem t see her at all. She moved to join in the conversation with Simon's new love interest and her old flame with she walked in. Livvy was never a fan of Jade. She never liked the way she treated her brother. She wouldn't be surprised if she had anything to do with Julian getting locked up. It wasn't long before Dean made his relationship clear.

And just like that, Livvy found herself leaving the room altogether... and snagging a bottle of strawberry liqueur and made her way into another room. She low-key hoped Simon didn't see. She knew she'd get an ear full of it later.

While she found Julian, much to her dismay, she had also run into someone else she wasn't entirely sure how to respond to. Adonis. Guilt swept through her again as she hadn't reached out lately. She had been busy with paintings and weddings. And he had been busy with Fleur and... if she was reading the room right, Dylan maybe? Livvy didn't know much about Dylan. She was a gorgeous woman with the kind of curves Livvy would kill for. She subconsciously ran a hand over her chest, bound in her black tube top. She took a swig from the bottle and walked over.

"Hey, guys! What's uh... what's up?" She lifted a hand to run her fingers through her hair like she usually did when she was nervous, but she spent a good amount of product trying to keep the volume in her hair so she let it drop. "Are we playing pool? Could do guys vs. ladies?"

Livvy, she thought, Shut the hell up.







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xxx I'm always screaming my lungs out
xxx till my head starts spinning
xxx Playing my songs is the way I cope with life
xxx Won't keep my voice down
xxx Know the words I speak are the thoughts I think out loud

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As Simon danced with Robyn, he noticed movement behind her and glanced over to find Julian. He gave a small wave with the promise to catch up with him later. They haven't talked as much as they used with their work schedules but they found time where they could. Robyn was gorgeous tonight, with her curls and her adorable smile. He wanted to tell her what, exactly, he felt for her, but he still wasn't sure if she was ready after Nate. They hadn't ever talked about it.

So instead, he just enjoyed the time he had with her.

Once they finished dancing, she went to get a drink, and he moved off to the side to give others room to dance. He noticed Livvy slink off, but missed the bottle she had snatched. He did however notice Declan in the kitchen with Gabriella. It had been a while since they connected and while things ended fine between them, he did miss the friendship that had at one time. He made a move to join them...And that's when Cam walked up. He barely recognized her with the way her hair was styled, her lack of bright red lipstick. It was like, she dropped the Camilla she was on stage and became a different Camilla. Interesting.

Sputtering like a high school boy, he replied, "H-Hey, Cam-Camilla-Cam." He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "It has, in fact, been a while. You look great. Did you do something with your hair?" She asked him about his "comic shop" and he instantly knew she hadn't changed a ton since high school. It helped him mellow a bit. "Just a book store. And a coffee shop. And it's not mine I just work there. Well, I manage it." He gave an uncomfortable chuckle.

Then, he could almost hear a record scratch. Could almost feel the ice that filled the room (or was it heat?) as the fire-breathing bitch queen appeared. All sly smiles and cocky attitude. She kissed Cam on the cheek, thanking her for inviting her. His eyes snapped to his ex, filled with what he could only describe as betrayal. Not that he could say he was entirely surprised. He was just thankful Livvy wasn't in the room. She wasn't sure if she'd try to claw the woman's eyes out or jump her to complete her stupid list.

Lauren's eyes roved the room and landed on poor Soren. The energy in the room turned electric, crackling with aggression as he confronted her. She revealed something about a bad hip of his, but Simon dismissed it. The woman liked to play games. And even if she wasn't playing, it was none of Simon's business. She breezed by him, a wraith with no real substance, and he moved to go after her, but Simon reached out to grab his arm. "Let her go, man. It's not worth it." He watched her go and continued, "She likes a chase."

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ImageImageOnce inside Jade redid her make up a bit and washed her hands. Making Gabriella stew in her own thoughts for a bit. From her bag, she took one of the pill bottles and took the cap off. She shook out a few pills on her hand and picked the one she was looking for. It wasn’t the heaviest, but it was more the temptation than the actual effect in any case.

She put the pill on the side of the sink. There was a jar of crystals as decoration, and Jade picked out the green ones, knowing it was Gabriella’s favorite color. She placed them in the shape of a heart around the pill, making it stand out. All finished she opened the door again to let Gabriella in.

After sending the texts to Dylan, Damien slipped effortlessly through the throng of inebriated individuals towards the direction of the bathroom. Out of office, Damien retained his authoritarian image, compelling people to get out of his way. In contrast, others stood in awe of the sumptuous grandeur of what was Mr. Wolfe casually walking by. He was aware that they were watching him, and he desired that they do so. He wasn't an attention seeker, yet he exuded the kind of assurance that goes unnoticed. Damien worked hard to have his name plastered on billboards all around New York City. He was in charge of the room, and he looked fantastic doing it.

When he turned into the corridor, he wasn't shocked to find many individuals waiting in line for the toilet, whether they needed to use it or whether they planned to snort lines privately. Damien was a little irritated by the latter's notion since it reminded of his mother who died of an overdose when he was just four years old. He didn't recall much of what happened that night since his thinking process was still forming. Damien did, however, recall the neglect he felt days before they were found, as well as cops taking him away from the terrible sight. So, knowing that some of them were just there to take heavy drugs, he was not happy. Damien was well aware of how it typically ended; he was also aware of how it could destroy someone. Similarly, because Damien was the source provider, it started to ruin him, but business is business. Nothing mattered as long as Damien remained in power.

He was ready to turn around to avoid standing in line when he spotted a familiar face in the crowd. It was Gabriella Montez, his wife's close friend and the woman he was having an affair with. He watched her from afar, awestruck by the sensuous way her clothing embraced each curve of her flawless figure. There was no denying she was incredibly sexy; Damien was drawn to her like a mosquito to a flame, but he didn't mind the burn.

Having her in his company was risky since Dylan was unaware of their sexual connection. He was free to kiss and fuck whoever he pleased, but with Gabriella, things were different, and he didn't want Dylan to know he had feelings for her best friend. Thus, he was prepared to take the risk when he started approaching her. “Ms. Gabriella Montez,” he greeted her, the sound of her name lingering on his tongue with delight, “you look good as always.” She seemed to be more than attractive, as shown by the provocative grin that stretched over his face, the same smile that had brought them together in the first place. He leaned towards her ear, placing his palm on the wall next to her head, and said, "Really good."

This is the part when they would simultaneously pull each other's clothing off; she would reiterate that it was a terrible idea, but they would go ahead and do it anyway. He moved his head away from hers and examined her from the side, paying special attention to her cleavage. He was about to continue speaking when the restroom door opened in front of them, prompting Damien to pull away slightly from Gabriella. He stood there watching as Jade Davies, the troublemaker, walked out, holding the door open.

The expression on her face told Damien she was up to something, and having grown up with Jade, he knew nothing good could come of it. “Ah, there she is,” he said sarcastically, “still getting into trouble I see.” It wasn't a question. He was well aware that certain things never changed, and this was true for Jade. Damien grew up in Brooklyn alongside her and her brother, Julian, when he was in foster care. He attempted to keep her from bad habits, but she was just as obstinate as he was. Finally, seeing her after all these years gave Damien faith that she was in a better place.

Standing now in between Jade and Damien, there was little time for Gabriella to process her situation. Damien had swooped in while she was still recovering from the wake of Jade’s presence, his voice snapping her back to reality. Where Jade had left Gabriella feeling cold and hollow, Damien’s devilish smile and familiar expression was enough to fill her with fire. She had every intention of indulging him, admittedly because she wanted Jade to see Gabriella had other much more powerful people looking out for her now. Before Gabriella could step in towards him the door opened again, prompting Damien to move back.

As Jade opened the door she saw a familiar face. She got a big smile on her face as if she hadn’t seen him in years. “Damien! My Brooklyn brother!”
She stepped past Gabriella giving him a quick hug with her arms around his neck. As she let go she stepped back a bit and put her hand on his wrist. “How have you been? Looking mischievously into his eyes, she paid no attention to Gabriella.

Gabriella looked down to Jade’s hand over Damien’s wrist. She wasn’t sure why but it made her ill at ease. There was a part of Gabriella that would never be able to stop herself from over analyzing every little thing Jade said or did. She did it for so long it was innate even after having avoided her for over a year.

“I’ll let you two catch up.” Gabriella said as she went into the bathroom, only glancing over Jade to give Damien a look implying she hoped to see him the next time she opened the door - alone.

Gabriella had been so distracted by Damien's sudden appearance she almost forgot why she had been angry in the first place. He had that effect on her. In truth she was addicted; to the thrill, to the sex, to him. It was the same thing with Jade. Before she thought it was just the drugs but it was more than that. The danger of never knowing what comes next was exhilarating . . . until it wasn't.

Staring up at her were little green things arranged in the shape of a heart around a single pill. Gabriella's initial instinct was to flush them but every time she tried to reach for them she froze. She didn't trust herself to let go of it. It wasn't that she wanted to do drugs, it's just that it was difficult to just get rid of them. Once they were gone they were gone - but if she could hold onto them then she could just know where they were.

Something in this scenario surfaced a memory from the recesses of her mind. It was common with her recovery to have random things trigger memories from when she was using. It had been during one of her relapses, trying to play off that she was sober to Evie. She became paranoid they might search her for drugs she had hidden them. Thinking about it now she never came back for them, she wondered if they were in the same spot . . .

Jade had given Gabriella a side glance when the latter turned into the bathroom. She didn’t know what was going on between her and Damien, but she didn’t need Damien to mess up her plan. She thought her ex might be more inclined to take the pill if she could hear Jade having a great time with Damien. Anything and everything to work on her nerves, to have her need that relaxation only one of those pills could give her.

Damien was taken aback in the hallway outside the restroom when Jade rushed into his arms for an embrace. He let his hands hang at his sides, unsure what to do with them, before eventually hugging her back. When she referred to him as a "Brooklyn brother," he grinned to himself, recalling the wonderful times he had with her and Julian before he went upstate.

Damien's lips curled into a grin when Jade drew away from him and smiled. He'd always had a soft spot for Jade, even as children, but it was never romantic. He treated her as though she were the little sister he never had and protected her accordingly. Damien even sends money to her bank account anonymously to assist her in paying for her medical school education.

Damien was so absorbed in Jade's presence that he missed Gabriella entering the bathroom. “I'm doing well,” he said, “I took over my father's business after graduating from Harvard... you remember? Wolfe Enterprises on Wall Street? You should come by someday. I'd be happy to give you a tour.”

Jade smiled broadly at his suggestion. “Oh my, you’re going to be sorry for that offer. You know I still don’t let any chances get by me.” she added a subtle wink.
“You ever go back to the old neighborhood? They will be surprised the scruffy kid turned out like this.”

She thought back on their run ins as kids. Damian had been at their house a few times. And although Julian could do no good for her mom, Damian could do no wrong. He had this kind of charm about him. Jade pulled her phone from her pocket. “Give me your number, so I can give you a call when I come by. I’ll bring you a coffee, promise.” She unlocked it and put it in his hands to put his number in.

“I really hadn’t expected to see you here. Isn’t this party a bit minor for Mr. Big shot?” She laughed as she said it. Not cause it was funny, but because she was sure Gabriella would be able to hear it.

The sound of Jade's laughter broke Gabriella's train of thought. She should have called her sponsor but she was weakened. Gabriella scooped the pill up, slipping them into a secret inner pocket of her jacket. She made sure to flush in case Jade was listening so that she could cast some idea of doubt that she kept the pill. Funny that she had come to the bathroom to try to escape Jade, just to be cornered and slipped drugs and virtually trapped with the two drug dealers she's fucked standing outside the door. Gabriella leaned against the door listening intently to see if Jade was still out there.

Jade heard the flush inside the bathroom. Of course that didn’t say anything. Gabriella had been there to specifically go to the bathroom, but somehow Jade had the idea her plan worked. She took her phone back from Damian.
“Well, I’m sure I haven’t seen all of the ol’ gang just yet. Will you excuse me?!”

She looked up at him with big eyes, just like she had done so many times when they were still kids and she leaned up to kiss his cheek. Letting him go she walked to the end of the hallway before turning around. “Oh, Damien? Don’t forget to say hi to Ju, I’m sure he’s looking forward to seeing you.”

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Lauren Clark
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Olivia Eriksen
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It was a good thing that Livvy had kicked her heels off when she had arrived. Otherwise, she might’ve tripped over her own feet. She wasn’t drunk but she definitely wasn’t sober anymore. I took a lot to get her to the slur-your-words-and-lose-all-sense phase, but she was definitely in the unsteady-flushed-cheeks-overly-confident phase She padded out of the den, walking tall with her shoulders back and head high. Lauren was a predator, any sign of weakness would have her pouncing. If Livvy was going to pull this off, she couldn’t be a lamb. She had to be a wolf.

As she made her way towards Lauren, she spotted Adonis coming in from the front of the house. His clothes were more ruffled than when he had been in the den with her. Jumping to conclusions, she narrowed her eyes, flipped her blonde hair over a shoulder, and pretended she didn’t see him. Half of it was an act in case Lauren was watching. The other half… she rubbed at her chest absently.

She strode up to Lauren and ran a finger up her arm. ”Well, Well,” Livvy purred, ”Miss Lauren Clark. I would ask what brings you here, but I think it’s safe to assume the lemming invited you.” Her blue eyes snapped to Camilla a moment before returning to Lauren. She gave a sultry smile. ”I take it not much has changed. Still like causing chaos?”

Lauren was pleased to see Livvy making her way over to her. She’d missed seeing Livvy around; another one of her beloved toys, even though she hadn’t played with her quite as much as some of the others. And, well, it seemed like Livvy hadn’t changed much, if at all. Her demeanor as she made her way up to Lauren, followed by her opening gesture, confirmed that one thing had at least hadn’t changed. Which, of course, meant that Lauren could play her games.

She smiled, laughing a little at Livvy’s comment about Camilla. “Livvy, darling, don’t be so mean,” she said, in a tone that indicated that she actually loved Livvy being so mean. At her question about whether or not she was still causing chaos, she feigned shock and hurt. “I am shocked at that accusation,” she said, before laughing. “Of course I do. That’s why I’m here,” she said. “So come on, tell me, sweetheart, tell me everything that’s going on with you. I want to know all of the gossip and the scandal of your life.”

Livvy shrugged her pale shoulders. ”Not much to tell, I’m afraid. Just been traveling the country.” She feigned a sigh of disappointment. ”Sadly high school was the most exciting time of my life.” She linked arms with her, ignoring Camilla altogether, all a part of the act--though she still wasn’t a fan of Camilla after her break up with Simon. ”What about you?” She cooed, ”What has the great Lauren Clark been doing in her spare time since the whirlwind of high school?”

She started to tug her into a walk, heading in the direction of the hallway.

Lauren wasn’t sure that she believed Livvy’s act of disappointment, but she played along anyway. She let Livvy link her arm, even resting a hand on Livvy’s arm as she did so. She had to hold back a laugh as Livvy almost began to drag her towards the hall, out of sight of everyone else. She was curious to see how she was going to play it, though, and so Lauren let her.

“Oh, you know. Working. Mom and Dad gave me a job in marketing. It’s mundane from time to time, and I work with some of the dumbest and most boring people I have ever met, but they do what I tell them, and the money isn’t bad either. And of course, I do a little bit of influencing on the side. I was posting all of those pictures anyway, so why not get paid for including one teensy little brand in them?” She asked with a laugh. “I should get you on my Instagram. Everyone would fall in love with you right away,” she said, raising an eyebrow at Livvy.

"I'll definitely think about it", She replied, and it wasn’t a lie. It’s the kind of exposure people kill for. However, knowing who Lauren was, she was sure it was too good to be true.”It would be a great opportunity.”

She stopped at the bar, plucking a bottle of rose and pouring them each a glass. She tucked the bottle beneath her arm and held a glass out to Lauren. ”Why don’t you tell me more about it?” She offered, leading them back towards the hallway. ”Or, you could share some gossip with me. Sadly, my travels keep me fairly isolated so I don’t hear much.” Or not anything I’d share with you, she thought. For a moment, she thought about sharing Adonis’s attraction to Dylan but ultimately decided against it. He might’ve deserved some trouble, but getting Lauren involved was asking for catastrophe and she could never do that to him.

”Although, She paused, taking a sip of her wine. ”The best I’ve got is that apparently Dean and Jade are a thing!” She tried to sound surprised and a little disappointed. He was her hot ex after all. And… she did miss him every now and then. She still followed him on social media, but they didn’t talk often. At least his relationship with Jade was less scandalous but just as juicy of a story.

Lauren accepted the glass of rose and took a small sip from it. She loved a party as much as the next person and was no stranger to getting wasted; but she felt that, at least for this one, it was probably better to stay sober and in control. She raised an eyebrow at Livvy’s request for gossip. It seemed like the girl’s motives were somewhat mixed here, or else she was trying to play into everything she knew that Lauren enjoyed in the hope of impressing her. Lauren decided to give Livvy the benefit of the doubt and play along.

As Livvy mentioned that she had gossip, Lauren gasped, before grinning in vicious delight and leaning in. Her act almost shattered as Livvy told her what it was, having to resist the temptation to laugh. “Oh, I’m sure that won’t end badly at all,” she said, the only outward indication of her reaction as she took another sip of her wine. “I give them a month,” she said.

“So, you’ve given me some good gossip. Let me see if I can share anything… do you want to know something about someone we went to school with… or about someone here at the party?” She asked, her grin sharp with the realization that she could cause a little bit of chaos here, with either a well-placed truth or an even better-placed lie.

Livvy tipped her head back in a laugh. ”I’ll bet $20 it’ll be two weeks.” She took another sip of her wine. She hummed in thought and replied, with a giggle, ”From the looks of it, I don’t think those are as different as one would think.” She nibbled a little at the tip of her tongue as she thought. There were two things influencing her decision: the first--and her original reason for asking--was to see what Lauren knew compared to the things she knew and the second was that she was curious about the people she used to go to school with.

However… if she allowed herself to open that door, she could potentially find out something about someone she wasn’t supposed to know. So, in the end, she chose to play it safe. ”About someone here at the party,” she replied. There were plenty of people here who hadn't gone to school with them with that the odds were in her favor. Unless Lauren knew just where to strike.

Lauren had known that Livvy wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation to find out some gossip about the people they’d gone to school with. And now, of course, she needed to decide what exactly she wanted to spill. She could begin her campaign to ruin Soren’s life here and now; but from memory, Soren and Livvy had only ever been passing friends, so she wasn’t quite sure that that would have enough of an effect. Lauren took a moment to evaluate the situation. As far as she was concerned, she had three options for the highest amount of drama.

Number one. Erin. Lauren was aware of their past together and got the impression that there was still some unfinished business there. Some of Erin’s secrets could completely change Livvy’s impression of her, and might just touch a sore spot.

Number two. Evie. Would Livvy sink to Lauren’s level and use that information against Evie though, to win back Erin? Probably not, but she loved the idea of dangling that temptation in front of Livvy.

Number three. Adonis. Adonis and Livvy had some strange little dynamic going for them. Admittedly, Lauren didn’t know the details of what was going on, but she knew that she could cause some true mayhem there. And so she took a long sip of her wine and rifled through her mental list of secrets, looking for the juiciest of them all.

“Well. I heard that Adonis has gotten himself into some trouble. Working with some… dangerous people, on what is very definitely the wrong side of the law, if you catch my drift,” she said, raising an eyebrow suggestively and taking a step closer to Livvy, lowering her voice to a low murmur.

That wasn't what Livvy was expecting. "Adonis?" She frowned. Her mask, the entire act, shattered. She couldn’t pretend she didn’t care. Not if it was about Erin, Julian, or Simon. Not when it was about Adonis.

Not your business, she thought to herself. She led them down the hall, testing doorknobs as she went. If they were going to talk about this, they needed a more private space. Besides, that was her original plan anyway. She wondered if it had to do with Dylan. She knew the young woman was married now, though, she had to admit, she didn’t know to whom. Dylan didn’t really run in her circle in high school so she didn’t know much about her now. Besides, what did it matter who her friend slept with anyway?

She knew she had just been thinking he deserved some trouble, but the way Lauren was describing it… it was more trouble than she would’ve liked. The words were out of her mouth before she could think. ”What kind of trouble?”

The words had the desired effect, as Livvy’s cute little act shattered before Lauren’s eyes, and Lauren smiled, raising her glass to her lips as she did so. But if Livvy’s mask was shattered, that only made her intentions even clearer as she began trying doors. It was as they reached the last one that Livvy stopped again, to ask her what kind of trouble. “Well,” Lauren started, before reaching past Livvy and opening the door. This one opened. Lauren grabbed Livvy’s free hand and pulled her into the room, closing it behind them. By the looks of it, it was Erin’s bedroom. Lauren sat down on the bed, pulling Livvy along to sit beside her.

[color=#540000]“I don’t know the *exact* details,”
she said. “But I heard that he’s involved with some very dangerous people. Involving drugs, and possibly weapons,” she said, managing to feign some level of horror at it as if she also didn’t have her ties to some of the people involved. “God only knows what kind of trouble he’s gotten himself into now.”

Livvy knew she was in deep shit as Lauren dragged her into the final room. She was too intoxicated and curious to realize just what she was doing. Being here often enough she knew who's room it was. Erin. They were going into Erin's room.

She wanted to backpedal, to pull Lauren from the room before she found anything that would cause more trouble for her friend. More trouble than apparently what she was already causing just by walking this path.

It was too late. She could tell by the hungry look in Lauren's eye. She opened the wrong door and found herself tumbling into trouble. The room spun as Lauren whirled her around to sit beside her on the bed. Erin's bed.

This was a mistake, She thought. She couldn't handle the girl in high school. What made her think she could handle things now? Before she could find a way out of the situation, Lauren was spilling Adonis's secrets.

And it was worse than she feared. She squeezed her eyes shut a moment. What did you get yourself into, Nis? She thought. She took a deep breath and pushed it all down, down, down. She knew Lauren likely saw through her act now, but she had to change the subject. If she was sharing this with Livvy who else knew?

Then, she realized, she should stop acting. "Well that's not what I was expecting," she said with an awkward chuckle. "That's a lot to process." She waved a hand dismissively, tucking her hair behind her ear. "But I can always process later."

She downed the rest of the wine and placed it on a nearby surface. When she looked back at Lauren, the room shifted with her. She gave a startled laugh. "Whoops. Too much."

Then she reached up to trace Lauren's cheekbone and said, "I just realized. I've never drawn you before." She felt herself shift into artist mode, noticing the many colors that make up a person. She curled a lock of Lauren's hair around her finger. And said something she knew she'd likely regret later. "You're beautiful."

Lauren smiled with satisfaction that her words had had the intended effect as Livvy attempted to recover from the news, but managed to make it look something like a sympathetic smile instead. As Livvy downed the rest of her glass of wine, Lauren just took a delicate sip from hers, putting her still mostly full glass down beside Livvy’s empty one.

Livvy being that drunk made it so much easier. She finally had the guts to actually reach out to Lauren, revealing the real intentions she’d had all along. Lauren played along, leaning in towards Livvy a little.

“I know,” she said as Livvy said that she’d never drawn her. “You know, I’ve always hoped you’d ask. Any excuse to be around you,” she said softly. At Livvy’s compliment, Lauren just smiled, reaching out to tuck some of Livvy’s hair behind her ear, her hand lingering by Livvy’s face a little longer than it needed to.

Livvy’s blue eyes widened with surprise. She searched Lauren’s eyes for a lie, but couldn’t see through the alcohol-induced fog in her brain. Instead, she saw the light reflecting off Lauren’s irises, painting them gold. She admired the flawlessness of her skin, without a scar, mark, or pore. She studied the lighter strands among the dark of her hair. Then found herself leaning forward, investigating the red of her lips.

Her heart hammered in her chest. Her cheek was warm where Lauren’s hand lingered a little too long. Was this actually happening? Or was she passed out on the couch imagining the whole thing? Was she actually about to cross Lauren Clark off her high school “Fuck” list. The “coolest girl” in school?

She was close enough now that their noses were touching. She could smell the wine on Lauren’s breath, light and lingering. She released the strand of Lauren’s hair and lifted it until it rested against the warm curve of her neck. She swept a thumb across Lauren’s jawline. ”I’ve been wanting to ask since high school.” She finally said. Then, when she couldn’t take the tension anymore, she closed the distance between them, brushing her lips softly against Lauren’s.

Lauren smiled, right up until the moment that Livvy leaned in and pressed her lips against Lauren’s. Lauren let the kiss linger for a second or two, before she pulled away, her smile becoming wicked. “Oh, that’s adorable,” she said, her tone dripping in venom. “Did you really think that I would want you? Someone as… plain as you? Your stepfather may have had a point, you know. Who could want someone so plain?” She asked, cruelly tracing a finger along Livvy’s face.

It was at that point that her phone buzzed, and she very deliberately swiveled away from Livvy to pick up her bag and fish out her phone. And then she smiled, a smile that said whoever was on the other side of the text was far more interesting than Livvy. She kept her attention on the phone as she replied to the text, an unspoken dismissal.

Livvy blinked. First in confusion. And then in disbelief. She sat back, tilting a little further than she meant to. ”You literally said-” and then she stopped. Lauren had never actually said ”I want you”. She had only said she had been waiting for her to ask.

No one would want you,” her stepfather’s voice murmured in her mind. ”No one, but me.” And then she could feel him. Where Lauren’s hands had been. Where her exposed skin was at her waist.

She was going to be sick.

She rose and hurried from the room. There was a line for the bathroom, of course. Where else? The balcony. Air. Air would help.

She padded through the kitchen, not noticing anyone she passed, though she heard Dean’s distinct tenor. She could see the light on the ground though she wasn’t looking up. At least, not until she opened the door to step out… and Evie and Adonis were standing there. He looked like he was ready to unleash hell on her at first. She knew he hadn’t known it was her. Adonis has gotten himself into some trouble. Lauren’s voice purred.

”Sorry to interrupt” She found herself mumbling before she quickly shut the doors, whirling around and heading back in the direction she came. She ran her fingers through her long hair repeatedly. No doubt making it look wilder. No air. That only left… distraction. And she knew just who would be able to help. She stepped back towards the kitchen area in search of Dean.




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Jade’s voice sounded fainter the second time through the door. Gabriella took her first breath in a while, realizing she’d been holding her breath while listening. Her hand naturally brushed over where the inner pocket would be had it been exposed, almost protective in nature. She hated how comforting she found it just to know they were there. There was almost a sense of pride that she could just hold onto them and not take them, her addiction trying to convince herself that she was practicing willpower. The only thing that was keeping her from taking those pills here and now was spite, but that wouldn’t last long. Self-restraint had never been Gabriella’s strong suit. She much preferred the help of others to do the restraining.

Gabriella opened the door slowly, scanning for Jade as she stepped out. When her gaze landed on Damien she paused, any worry she might have been showing melting away. She didn’t have a chance to even say hi to him earlier, let alone notice the way his suit fit his frame. He was dressed in all black, not that it surprised her. He and his wolves often did.

Anyone who had been lingering around before had moved into either the kitchen or living room, leaving Gabriella and Damien alone in the dimly lit hallway. On a better day, Gabriella would go and find Declan or Evie, maybe go home. However right now the only thing keeping her from popping the little pill in her pocket was the thoughts Damien’s intense stare provoked.

“I didn’t realize you and Jade were so chummy.” Gabriella leaned against the wall beside Damien, one of her legs sliding over the other to brush against his.

Damien waited for Gabriella to emerge from the washroom after Jade had gone. He eyed her warily as she rested against the wall near him, crossing her long legs in front of her. Damien made an effort to ignore the fact that her leg had come into contact with his, which was now exposed due to the slit in her skirt. He was well aware of what she was up to. But he wasn't going to let her take him that easily.

Then Gabriella commented about Damien knowing Jade, which made him lift his eyes and smile at her. “I didn't think it mattered,” he said as he took a step closer to her, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “You aren't jealous, are you?” When he mentioned being jealous, his grin faded immediately, and he became solemn. He didn't believe there was any cause for her to feel jealous. Damien made sure that they were just fuck friends.

As he stepped in towards her, Gabriella bit back a smirk. Even his proximity was intoxicating. She rolled her eyes as if the notion amused her, ignoring the little voice that said he was right. Jealous of who, she wasn’t sure. She never felt she had any claim to Damien, nor wanted any claim of Jade - so what was there to be jealous of? Waving a hand dismissively, she crossed one arm across her torso.

“Hardly,” Gabriella coyly tilted her head, her lips resting in a natural pout. “I mean, I knew you had friends in low places - I just didn’t realize that included actual demons.”

Gabriella hadn’t sought opportunities to foul mouth Jade. In fact, only Declan knew about the circumstances of their split. However, the very thing that drove Gabriella into Damien’s arms had been that she was running from Jade. It’s not like she thought they were strangers, they all knew each other somehow - but Jade’s familiarity just put Gabriella ill at ease. Damien drew a breath, simultaneously bringing a hand to his chest.


“Ouch,” he drawled, his chest clenched, “Friends in low places? You can’t be so cruel, Gabs.”

It was a simple tease for dramatic effects. Whether or not she actually meant what she had said about him and his associations, he didn’t pay any attention. He knew he had a long list of people who were considered criminals; however, they made for great allies when he needed a certain job done and “messes” to clean. They became the same friends that Damien knew he could count on to be there armed and ready to fire whenever he needed them to be. Still, Damien couldn’t hide his amusement at hearing Gabriella compare his allies to literal demons.

The mafia boss pressed both hands on the wall behind Gabriella on either side and leaned in towards her. She inhaled sharply, holding her breath. “And what does that make you to me?” He whispered, keeping his voice in a tone that was loud enough to hear, but low enough for Gabriella’s ears only. Damien eyed her lips, clenching his jaw while dubiously fighting back the urge to taste them.

It was difficult to think when he was this close, the rest of the party fading away for a moment. She looked up at him, his gaze transfixed on her pout. Usually, at this point, they’d already been tearing each other’s clothes off. Admittedly she preferred it that way. Damien had made it very clear to Gabriella where his priorities lie. She knew it was only setting herself up for failure when she began their affair. He and Dylan were endgame.

It wasn’t even that she wanted or needed Damien to herself. In fact, it was better that he wasn’t an option for the long run - that just meant there was more room to use him as a means of self-destruction. He seemed to use her for the same reason, though she imagined he framed it differently in his mind. There was a reason he came over more when he and Dylan were fighting.

“I think you’ve made it clear exactly what I am to you.” Gabriella smiled sweetly as her leg slid between Damien’s, her hips naturally lifting towards his. She tilted her head back to rest it against the wall behind her looking up at Damien. “As for what that makes me to you, I’m much more interested in all the ways and positions you can show me that.”

Damien's plans to keep Gabriella within arms reach had all but vanished the moment he felt her leg slip between his. He was battling each feeling one by one. First, she was sultry, staring him in the face with her beautiful figure. Then, just when he seemed to have triumphed, his next fight was her perfume's lovely fragrance. Finally, he had to deal with the uncomfortable sensation of skin-to-skin contact. After this epic struggle of his senses – which, of fact, lasted just a few seconds but seemed to last an eternity in his mind - he had to "adjust" himself by shifting his legs. She glanced down between them, smirking suggestively. He couldn't deny that she was driving him insane. With Gabriella, he was willing to violate any rules. He was already flirting with fire by keeping her so near to him when his wife might be anywhere. Nonetheless, he went on to accomplish what he did next.

Damien dropped his head toward Gabriella's luscious lips, licking them seductively with the tip of his tongue. “Why don't I show you exactly what you mean to me?” He groaned, his gaze fixed on her. He intended to leave her begging while selfishly taking what he wanted.

Gabriella inhaled sharply as his tongue ran across her lips, lifting her face towards his. She knew that she should have pushed him away; should have walked away instead of lingering. The truth was it was a bit exciting to know that they were one corner away from being entirely exposed. A part of her wanted Jade to see her, to see that Gabriella had moved on as well. The other part was completely powerless when Damien stood over her like this, leaving her without any choice but to stay there helpless under his stare.

“Damien,” Gabriella rested her hand on his chest, sighing with measured restraint as she felt his firm muscles beneath her fingers. She looked down as she spread her fingers across the fine fibers of his button-down. After a moment, she glanced back to Damien, her lips now upturned in a devilish smirk. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Damien couldn't stand it any longer when Gabriella uttered those words. He smirked, a dare he was ready to accept. The sexual tension was overwhelming for him; usually, he could keep his guard up but Gabriella was someone he knew he shouldn't have, which only made him want to pursue her even more.

Pushing himself away from the wall he slipped his hand into Gabriella’s without saying so much as another word. He led her along the corridor past the bodies of inebriated strangers. Even holding Gabriella's hand was dangerous when someone they knew could see them and inform Dylan, or worse, Dylan would catch them. However, he was prepared to accept the chance. Gabriella was lethal. She fueled Damien's need to make poor choices, regardless of whether they would kill him. Still, he kept his eyes peeled for any recognizable faces and blended seamlessly with the crowd.

Damien pushed the bedroom door on his left, closest to the bathroom, open. It was unlocked, much to his astonishment. He peered inside to make sure it was empty. Then he glanced behind him to make sure no one they knew saw them entering the bedroom together. Finally, he took a step inside, gently dragging Gabriella along with him, and closed the door behind her. As the bedroom door slammed shut, he pressed himself against her and kissed her passionately. At that moment, Damien controlled Gabriella, leaving her with nothing but the pleasure of their connection.

She inhaled sharply as Damien leaned in, her breath cut short by his kiss. Her head was spinning so fast, all she could do was react. Arching her back, Gabriella slid off her jacket tilting her hips toward Damien. That little green pill was a distant memory, only Damien consuming her thoughts now. It was wrong, but it was the only thing keeping her from spiraling.

A part of her thought Damien wanted to get caught. He was getting riskier and riskier. They’d both be lying if they said the prospect wasn’t a bit exciting, as shameful as it might be. She knew that this was a way for him to get back at his wife when they were fighting, or at least that’s how it started. Now it was a craving, a hunger - she could taste it on his lips.

“Please,” Gabriella moaned against his lips, already begging.

Damien would normally tease her a bit longer just to watch her plead, but he was already aroused. He wanted Gabriella as much as she craved him, as shown by the gentle moans that escaped her lips. So, like any gentleman, he pulled her off her feet and carried her to the bed to fulfill her wish.

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Gabriella was adjusting her skirt when the door to Erin's room opened. Instinctually she glared at Damien, having thought he had locked the door behind them. Immediately Gabriella felt her chest clench, her mind going to worst case scenario and expecting to see Dylan. When she saw Erin, her panic faded to shame. Color rushed to her cheeks, her face suddenly very hot. She caught a glimpse of her reflection, make up and hair mussed.

“My skirt broke,” Gabriella practically barked the excuse. She looked over to Damien who was equally disheveled. “Damien was just helping me.”

It was obvious Erin wasn’t buying it, not that Gabriella was selling it all that well. Gabriella knew she probably should have let Damien handle it. He was always much smoother than she ever was. It wasn’t that Gabriella couldn’t lie, though ‘sober’ Gabriella wasn’t nearly as good as Gabriella when she was using.

“Sorry,” was all Gabriella could manage to mumble, pushing past Erin and back into the party.

Suddenly Gabriella felt she should leave. Though she didn’t think Erin would drop the bomb on Dylan tonight, she didn’t know if she could stay here knowing that Erin knew about her and Damien’s affair. Her hand went back to the fabric over the inner pocket, comforted by the shape of the little green pill. She was reminded of the ketamine she had forgotten she’d hidden in Erin’s place last time she relapsed. The last thing she wanted to do now was piss Erin off, Gabriella needed to get those drugs before it blew back in her face.

People were distracted and drunk enough that Gabriella felt no one would notice her. She went into the den moving into the corner where the vent was. Looking around to make sure no one was looking, she pretended to spill the contents of her purse, kneeling down to pick them up looking into the vent to see her baggie still there from when she hid it. Luckily Gabriella had a knack for fishing out drugs she had to hide in a hurry. She had a paperclip in her wallet, manipulating it into a hook. Manipulating the clip into the vent to hook around the baggie she pulled it out, the bag piercing and spilling a bit of the powder as it slipped through. Moving too quickly to pay attention to who might be watching, she shoved the baggie into her purse along with her lip gloss.

Straightening herself, Gabriella slid her bag back over her shoulder as she dusted off her skirt doing her best to appear nonchalant. Not that it really mattered - the worst that would happen is that she’d have to admit to more bad behavior and hope that her friends trusted her intention. But Gabriella was tired of letting her friends down, of forcing them to give her the benefit of the doubt when she didn’t deserve it. Her hand went to her chest, fingers brushing over the fabric that covered the inner pocket of her jacket. She couldn’t feel the pill but knowing it was there was oddly comforting.

Lauren was scanning the room for her next victim when she spotted Gabriella on her hands and her knees, apparently picking up what she’d dropped out of her handbag. But Lauren also saw her fishing something out of the vent, a telltale little packet from Gabriella’s past; or so she’d have everyone believe. Lauren grinned and sauntered over to her.

“Hello, Gabriella, darling. Do you need any help or did you get everything?” She asked, her trademark wicked smile in place. “That fell out of your bag, I mean,” she added, the clarification entirely false, of course.

Gabriella stiffened at the sound of Lauren’s voice. Of course she would manage to be the one to find Gabriella in this moment. She didn’t even have to question if Lauren saw what Gabriella fished out of the vent, her expression of wicked delight a tell-tale sign. She wasn’t sure how she missed the arrival of the woman, though Jade and Damien had done well at distracting Gabriella from the rest of the party. It wasn’t that much of a surprise she ended up here, Lauren always managed to find a way to ruin things.

“I don’t think anyone needs nor wants help from you, Lauren.” Gabriella’s tone was casual, void of emotion. “Did you need something, or did you just want to insert yourself somewhere you’re not wanted?”

The two were no strangers to arguments, they always would end up in one, one way or another. Gabriella was different now though, Lauren wasn’t going to get a rise out of her. That’s all she wanted, a reaction. Gabriella crossed her arms, looking Lauren over.

Lauren pouted as Gabriella told her that she didn’t need her help, and asked if she needed something. “Come on, Gabriella, can’t I say hello to an old friend? Can’t we say that the past is in the past and move on?” She asked. She knew that Gabriella was unlikely to take her up on that offer; but at least Lauren could say that she’d tried the nice card; and, most importantly, everyone around her had heard her at least trying to be nice.

“Would love to leave the past in the past but she keeps showing up where she’s not invited.” Gabriella rolled her eyes, she knew Lauren’s game. “No one’s falling for your bullshit anymore, Lauren.”

Lauren loved to play a victim. It’s what would lead to everyone yelling at Gabriella asking why she was starting stuff with Lauren. Gabriella never cared what Lauren thought about her, at least not in the same way the others did. She knew Lauren was easier to manage if you just played along. That’s why she hadn’t been thrown out on her ass yet, or at least that’s what Gabriella guessed. However the others already knew she was a piece of shit, and that she was at least trying. What could Lauren have to hold over Gabriella to manipulate her that the other’s didn’t know already. She had nothing to lose, or so she thought..

Well, if Gabriella wasn’t going to play nice, then Lauren wasn’t going to either. She smiled again, taking a step closer to Gabriella and lowering her voice. “Oh, come on now. There’s no need to be like that. We don’t want to have everyone finding out about what you just stashed back in your bag now, do we?” She asked. “How do you think Erin would feel, knowing you stashed drugs in her apartment and left them here, all this time? And after you’ve come this far, I’m sure everyone would be… really sad to hear that you’ve relapsed again. Especially Evie, seeing how you cling to her for support,” she said, her voice just loud enough for Gabriella to hear. “And Jade… well, I’m sure she’d be heartbroken to find out that you’re not getting your supply from her any more.”

“Oh no - what will I do?” Gabriella’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Everyone will know I have a drug problem, how will I manage?”

People would sooner be pissed at Lauren for outing Gabriella than they would be at the prospect of Gabriella relapsing, at least the people that mattered. Besides, Lauren didn’t want to spill secrets - she wanted to lord it over others head to keep them under their control. Gabriella hadn’t done any drugs and while it didn’t look good to be busted with some on her, she didn’t deserve this bullshit Lauren was trying to spin it into.

Stepping in towards Lauren, Gabriella’s voice dropped an octave denoting the seriousness of her sentiments. “I’m the first person to admit I’ve fucked up, Lauren. You can’t hold my mistakes against me anymore, I own them and I’m trying to make myself a better person - which is more than you can say for yourself.”

It seemed that Gabriella was no longer as easily manipulated as she had been. The frustration was beginning to build inside Lauren, but she was determined not to let it show externally. She just needed to change her tact and approach this from a different angle. She had plenty up her sleeve; she just needed to decide how to use it.

“A better person, you say?” She asked, one eyebrow arching a little bit. “I mean, that’s one way of putting it. What would Mommy and Daddy say if they knew that their precious little darling girl was… well, selling herself?” She asked, increasing the venom in her tone. She needed Gabriella to know that if she so much as dared to try and cross Lauren, she would regret it. “I found out about those little streams of yours. Do you think they’d like to know about that? Have you sold them your lie that you’re a better person now?” She asked, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly.

Gabriella felt a clench in her chest. It’s not like she hadn’t been preparing for this moment. These days people loved to out sex workers just because, sending their family screenshots and links. She knew one day somehow she would face this moment, though for whatever reason she never saw Lauren being the one using it against her. Obviously Gabriella had struck a nerve and now Lauren was lashing out.

“What is your endgame here, Lauren? Do you just want everyone else as miserable as you?” Gabriella’s insult came out as more of a plea. She knew there was no reasoning with Lauren, she would do whatever she wanted regardless of any kind of begging Gabriella could offer. “I don’t know what you even want from me. If you’re just trying to scare me, honestly go ahead and tell them. I’d rather just get this all over with than keep playing these games with you.”

Gabriella’s response reassured Lauren that she still had something of the upper hand over the other woman. It was enough for Lauren to feel like she was, at least, still in control of the situation, and so she allowed her smile to widen a little.

“Oh, darling, I’m not trying to scare you. I’m just making sure that…you don’t try anything. I’ve heard how you’ve already turned Evie, and Soren, and god knows who else, against me. Just consider this… protection. So we can be friends again,” she said, her smile brightening. Her goal, of course, wasn’t to be friends, but to maintain control. Gabriella had always been one of the hardest to keep wrapped around her finger; so if she could keep a hold on her, she stood a better chance of regaining her position at the top of the food chain.

“Turned against you?!” Gabriella laughed, folding her arms as she shook her head. “Lauren, I didn’t have to do anything for people to realize you’re a shitty person. You showed them that all on your own.”

Lauren was tired of trying to play nice. Gabriella was being deliberately difficult, and she wasn’t afraid of Lauren any more. But Lauren knew things about Gabriella that she shouldn’t have known, and it seemed they were going to be the weapons she needed to use to bring the other girl in line and back into Lauren’s control.

“And what about all of those drugs you stole from Erin and her crew, hmmm? I hear that all of those drugs going missing got them in a little bit of trouble. Even got somebody killed,” she said. She had dropped the nice act, and now her voice was low and dangerous; a warning. This was no empty threat. Not any more. Gabriella either needed to be brought in line, or else she needed to be removed as a threat to Lauren. They were the only two solutions left to Lauren now.

It felt like the room went quiet for a moment, a sinking sensation settling in the pit of Gabriella’s stomach that made it difficult to swallow. There was no amount of preparation that could have equipped Gabriella for this bomb. She wanted to deny it, to pretend she didn’t know what Lauren was talking about but she couldn’t. In a way Gabriella felt she deserved this, that she should be called out - that everyone should know what she’d done. Disoriented, she lost her balance for a moment, reaching out for the wall beside her to steady herself.

Immediately her mind asked the question how did she know? The only person who Gabriella had ever admitted her secret to was Jade, and only after excessive amounts of coercion and Jade’s own personal drug cocktail put Gabriella in the most compliant state. She couldn’t imagine Jade would have told Lauren, it gave her too much of an upper hand over Gabriella to share.

“I -” Gabriella opened her mouth to speak, the words immediately faltering. There was nothing she could say, her reaction already gave her away. Denying at this point would just make Lauren angrier.

Suddenly Gabriella felt very alone, shrinking in Lauren’s shadow. It didn’t matter how hard she tried, her past would always come back to haunt her. Lauren was right, Gabriella was a bad person - she just fucked her best friend’s husband in the next room for Christ’s sake! Gabriella might have been able to fool Evie, Soren, Declan and even Dylan - but Lauren saw right through her. Birds of a feather and all that.

Lauren smiled triumphantly as Gabriella stumbled, clinging to the wall. She could see the cogs turning in Gabriella’s head, trying to figure out what had happened, trying to figure out how to react. But she made the right decision by not reacting. Her triumph just soared as Gabriella seemed to consider denying it or rebutting it, and then fell silent.

“I knew you’d see my side of things,” Lauren said. She took a step closer to Gabriella so she could whisper in her ear. “This can be our secret. Nobody else needs to know about it, do they?” She said, before kissing Gabriella on the cheek and walking away, confident in her victory.

Dazed, Gabriella watched as Lauren let herself out onto the balcony. There was nothing left for her to say. As usual, Lauren held all of the cards. Suddenly remembering there was still a party around them, Gabriella looked around to see if anyone was staring. As if the world was working against her, the first familiar face she locked eyes with was Julian - Jade’s older brother.

Gabriella tensed her jaw. She knew exactly how Julian felt about her, that Jade told him it was Gabriella’s drugs that he was busted with. The last thing she needed was his flawed judgement. Gabriella looked away quickly, heading out the front door and onto the street. She turned in a random direction, sending Declan a quick text: suddenly have urge to smoke. going to buy cigs. brb.

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Dylan was shocked at the outcome of her and Adonis trying to hook up at the party. James had forcibly ripped Adonis from them, and honestly, it took a while for Dylan even to move. They were trapped like a deer staring into the headlights of a car along a country road. James had been huffing and puffing the whole time, but Dylan hadn’t registered much of what he had said besides something about Damien.

As soon as Adonis and James went off to do their yelling, Dylan had slipped back into the house, unaware of who had made an entrance uninvited. As Dylan slowly made her way down the main hall, she could hear some commotion already and something about Lauren. For fuck sakes Dylan thought and seriously regretted coming to this party.

She made her way towards the bathroom, and there was no lineup, so she slipped into it, and as she looked up, the woman shifted back in shock as a little scream escaped her lips, and immediately she placed a hand over her heart.

“Damien, you scared me half to death, do the doors not lock around here?” She said with a slight scowl on her face before walking in farther and closer to her husband. “When did you get here?”

Damien was left alone with Erin when Gabriella ran out of the room. Based on the scowl on her face, he assumed that she was the owner of this room, of the bed in which he and Gabriella had “wrestled.” He didn't pay much attention to the décor, but if he had, he would've seen the crap hoarding on the wall and realized it was someone's personal space rather than a guest room.

Damien finally jumped out of bed and struggled with the zipper to his dress pants, uneasy with the tense air surrounding them. “Erin, is it?” he said, a smug grin creeping over his otherwise flawless face. He finished buttoning his pants, then his dress shirt, before grabbing his tie off the bed and throwing it over his shoulder. Damien took his time walking towards Erin, each stride proudly made while reaching into his pocket for his leather Gucci wallet. He came to a halt at Erin's side and casually withdrew ten-hundred dollar bills from his pocket, saying, "This should be plenty to keep you quiet." He grinned as he walked away, throwing the dollars in her direction and patted her shoulder.

“Oh, by the way,” Damien snapped his fingers, pivoting on his heel to return Erin's gaze. “Thank you for allowing us to use the room. You should probably change your sheets.” He smiled and winked again before returning to the party.

Damien strode down the corridor with a cocky attitude that made him untouchable. He felt like the king of the universe, whether it was the thrill of hooking up with one of his wife's closest friends or the fact that he had just paid someone to keep quiet for messing with his wife's friend. Damien couldn't make up his mind, so he went to the bathroom to compose himself before bumping into Dylan. He threw open the door to see her, dressed in a provocative black sequined gown that embraced her beautiful figure. Damien was taken aback; he barely heard the last half of what she said before she stepped in front of him. "How did I get here?" He drew his arms over his chest and looked down at his wife. “When did you arrive? I called you.” Damien struggled to stay serious with her considering this was the first time he'd seen her since she packed her belongings following their fight last week. He couldn't recall what the dispute was about this time because it was routine for them; they'd argue, Dylan would call him a jackass, she'd pack her belongings, and he wouldn't see her until the following day. Blah, blah, blah.. it was becoming tedious. Damien, on the other hand, worried how long she would keep up her little silent treatment.

This was why they fought, Damien came in with his broad shoulders and intimidating presence to demand answers and demand respect, but those things had to be earned. Something of which Dylan has not felt Damien’s done as of recent. Her eyebrows knitted together in frustration and her gaze piercing as she looked to her husband.

“I have been here an hour give or take.” Dylan said to the point not offering any inflections in her tone to convey any sort of emotion or notion she was mad at him. She was ready for the standoff part whatever number they were at now, and her eyes glanced over his appearance. It was sloppily put together, almost as if he had been in haste, but there were minor details that made Dylan know that it wasn’t how he dressed himself earlier in the day.

It was hard to notice and you would have had to be combing through his appearance to see it, but there it was the hint of colour on Damien’s shirt that otherwise would be crisply cleaned and all colour removed from it, a lipstick stain. Dylan was obviously annoyed by this point, but not knowing who it was, she didn’t want to make a huge deal.

“I’m just going to go back to the party.” Dylan started to walk closer to him to try to get by him but she couldn’t help the words she was about to say, “Maybe you can go fuck that bitch again and then tell me how much you miss me.” and right when the words left her lips and were no longer hers to take back someone was entering the bathroom, so she moved back over in front of Damien.

Lauren was having trouble keeping her composure and not screaming every single one of Erin’s filthy little secrets at those gathered. That wasn’t the right way to reveal them, she told herself. When she did, it would be in a controlled manner that reminded everyone that she was always, always in control of the situation. So she exhaled slowly and made her way towards the bathroom in an attempt to clean and dry off her dress.

When she opened the bathroom door, though, two people were already in there. Damien and Dylan. A grin appeared on Lauren’s face. Here was an opportunity to play a few games, she told herself.

“Well hello there, you two,” she purred. “Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything,” she said, slipping past Damien (a little closer than necessary) into the bathroom, where she grabbed a hand towel and began to dab at her dress. “How is married life?” She asked casually. “Heaven, I’m sure.”

Dylan's comments slashed Damien like a dagger; she was obviously still annoyed with him. He could tell she was angry about something because of the loud tone of her voice and the fire in her eyes. Damien was perplexed as to what she might be upset about this time, until he saw Gabriella's tiny lipstick mark on his shirt.

Shit, he mumbled, attempting to rub it away. He should have been more careful.

Damien managed to grab his wife's hand before she could rush past him. “Oh, come on, Dylan-” he said exasperatedly. He couldn't understand why she was behaving this way; they weren't even exclusive. At the time of their marriage, they decided that their partnership would be openly non-monogamous. So, why make a big deal about it now?

Damien opened his lips to resume his conversation with Dylan when the bathroom door flung open, exposing the devil herself, Lauren fucking Clark. He hadn't seen her in years, yet the mere idea of her threw Damien into a fury. Nonetheless, she was there, in the flesh. He thought she was dead. “Fucking hell,” Damien said, throwing his arms up in the air. As if his mood couldn't get much worse.

Damien rolled his eyes as Lauren made a snide remark regarding his marriage with Dylan. “Lauren,” he spat out her name with such hate and disdain that it left a terrible taste on his mouth, “Why are you here? I'm almost ninety nine percent sure you weren't even invited.” He hoped she'd crawl back into whatever cave she came out of.

“Holy fuck, do Erin and Soren not have locks in this place.” Dylan said in utter disbelief when Lauren fucking Clark, lady demon herself appeared out of nowhere.

Once upon a time, the venom and anger in Damien’s voice might have made her flinch. This time, she barely reacted, just looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Lovely to see you too, Damien, darling,” she said, wearing her usual smug smile. “And I was invited, actually. Soren and Erin just happened to leave me off the guest list, but a dear friend of mine brought me as their guest.” Oh, how she itched to play her games with these two. This was playing with fire, she knew, but she also didn’t care.

“Dylan. You look… well,” she said, a knowing glint in her eye.

They were not very welcoming of Lauren, and Dylan would never be welcoming of her even if they had been friends in the past. Her eyes immediately rolled when she said someone had been invited. “I bet I could guess who,” Dylan said with disdain in her voice, but her whole demeanor shifted when Lauren said she looked well.

If looks could kill Dylan’s would have combusted Lauren by now. “I will look even better when you’re out of my face.” She spat the words out at the woman because Dylan really was not in the goddamned mood for this or Lauren at all.

“Don’t you have other people to bother? Is your life really that much of a bore? You have to come to a party of people that hate your existence?” She shook her head. “You got issues Clark and I have clocked them since junior year.”

Damien crossed his arms across his broad chest, listening in on his wife as she chatted to Lauren. After she finished speaking, he contributed additional fuel to the flames. “So,” he said cockily as he looked down at Lauren, “what is it this time?” You ran out of daddy's money?” Then he let out a dramatic gasp and pointed a finger to the air. “You realized no one wanted you alone, so you returned to reunite with the very few individuals who actually cared about you from your past. Which one is it, Lauren?”

Lauren was nasty, but Damien matched her energy. He'd known her long enough to know just which words set her off. He knew exactly what games she liked to play, and if he didn't, he understood how to play them just as well, if not better. She was playing checkers, while he was always one step ahead.

“Well, I can certainly see what you two saw in each other,” Lauren remarked dryly, folding up the towel she’d been using to dab at her dress and tossing it to one side. She knew it was a waste of time trying to play friendly with these two: Dylan had hated her in high school, and she and Damien had far too much bad blood to try and repair that.

“God forbid a woman might show up with the intention of righting past wrongs and rekindling friendships,” she said. “Rather ironic for you to comment on my issues, wouldn’t you say, Dylan, darling?” She asked, malice written all over her face. “As I would be coming here of all places if I needed any sort of help, financial or otherwise. But while your concern is appreciated, Damien, I’m sure you’ll be delighted to know that I don’t need anything from anyone here, least of all, anyone from Wolfe Enterprises. God knows I want to leave those dealings in the past,” she said.

“That’s enough, Lauren." Damien bellowed with the same powerful voice he used whenever he felt challenged. Damien was okay with Lauren coming at him, but when it came to his wife that’s where he drew the line. He stepped past Dylan until he stood between the two women before his wife could get the chance to snatch the she-devil by her extensions. As much as Damien wanted to see his wife knocking Lauren out, they had to be mature about the situation no matter how much of a nuisance Lauren was.

“Stop the innocent act,” Damien said to Lauren, “Tell us what you really want, so you can leave.” He'd had enough of playing games. When they were dating, he had enough of them. Lauren's snarky attitude was one of those things that never changed.

It took a lot to make Lauren Clark flinch, but Damien was one of the few people who could do it. Even still, she held his gaze as he demanded she tell him what she really wanted. She knew that saying “ruining your night and causing as much mayhem as possible” was unlikely to play out in her favour, even if that was the truth. So instead, she smiled.

“Just wanted to remind you that I’ve still got this,” she said, tapping at her phone for a moment and finding what she was looking for. She held up her phone to show it was a voice recording, before raising an eyebrow at Damien, and tapping play, making sure to hold her phone beyond his reach. Damien’s voice rang out from the phone, as did Lauren’s. The beginning of the conversation was innocent enough, but it didn’t take long to get interesting.

Damien stayed quiet as he listened to his voice yelling menacing retorts on the tape; he was resisting the desire to snatch the recording from her hands, but doing so would only make things worse. He was stunned as to how she had gotten it. Damien was always able to see straight through her deception. And it eventually bit him in the ass.

“Why are you here?” Damien repeated himself, his voice bland and unaffected.

Dylan listened to the two of them basically spit on each other back and forth. Dylan knew the two of them had dated back in high school, but honestly it made sense that it didn’t last. What was the most shocking thing was hearing Damien on the audio recording.

As much as she wanted to ask her husband what the fuck that was about and be mad with him, they had more pressing matters and Dylan had a lifetime to yell at Damien, Lauren not so much.

Dylan was the one that snatched the phone from Lauren’s grip and right into the toilet bowl. “That’s enough of your meddling bullshit, Lauren. Just get on with your life and leave us the fuck alone.”

Dylan’s reaction made Lauren smile with her usual viciousness, satisfied that she’d successfully managed to get under their skin. She raised an eyebrow, and shrugged a little. “Fine,” she said, fishing her phone out of the toilet bowl as elegantly as one can complete such a task, before wiping it down with a towel. She went to leave the bathroom, but stopped on her way, unable to resist the temptation to make another jab. “Oh, and Dylan? When you get the results of that paternity test, do let me know so I can send my congratulations to the lucky man,” she said with a wink, before disappearing back into the crowd.

Just as Damien believed he had Lauren under control, his wife rushed through him and snatched Lauren's phone from her hands. She rushed so quickly that Damien didn't have time to stop her before she flushed Lauren's phone down the toilet. He looked at his badass wife with wide eyes. To be honest, it turned him on a bit. But he said nothing as Lauren discreetly excused herself past Dylan and Damien, retrieved the wet device from the toilet, and went towards the bathroom door before turning back to face them. This time, her focus was all on Dylan, and she suggested a paternity test before exiting the restroom, leaving Damien shocked.

Paternity test? Those words played back like a tape recorder in Damien's mind. This was the first he had heard about his wife getting a paternity test. Damien's only thought was that Dylan didn't mind telling him. “I-is that true?” Damien could hardly speak; his voice was hoarse. He'd never sounded so concerned before. His face was blank at first, then soon became angry. He didn't even give Dylan a chance to respond before storming out, leaving her alone in the restroom.

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Damien needed a fucking drink. He'd just walked off on his own following his altercation with Lauren and his wife. It was recently discovered that his wife was holding a secret from him that he had only recently learned from Lauren. Dylan was expecting a child, and this was the big secret. It wouldn't have been a greater problem if Dylan had told him herself rather than his ex, whom he disliked with a vengeance.

Damien was about to become a father. The realization had slammed into him like a bus. He wasn't prepared to care for another human being when he couldn't even care for himself. He didn't have much of a father figure in his life, either. He was raised by a single mother until her suicide when he was placed in foster care until his birth father took custody of him. Damien, on the other hand, was already emotionally scarred. And his father was nowhere to be found. So, how was he to do the same for his upcoming child?

Damien needed to get away as quickly as possible since the air surrounding him was suffocating. He needed something, anything to take his mind off things. He was stumbling through the masses, knocking against party-goers who gave him a worried look. “Sorry,” he muttered as he collided with a blonde woman with a familiar face.

Camilla’s nerves were still on edge about what happened between Lauren and she didn’t want to go to anyone about her problems. Also, her high was coming down and she was already getting jittery, and she knew better to do bump a line in the open. So the next best place to go was the kitchen and get something to substitute with; alcohol. Cam knew she just had to get through the rest of tonight, and she may even come out of it with an idea for a new song.

Cam was already halfway through another drink, leaning on the counter just people watching the rest of the party. So entertained by some of the things she saw between her former high school friends and noting what people were saying and doing. She let out a sigh, thinking of getting some fresh air, possibly finding a secluded place to take another hit. Camilla stood up and turned towards the balcony when she bumped into someone, spilling her drink on herself.

“Gah. Watch where you’re going assho-” Camilla looked up and paused for a second looking at who bumped into her. “Damien?”

Damien was lost in his thoughts until he heard his name called from behind him, snapping him out of it. Camilla Rhodes, an old childhood acquaintance, sprang into his mind as he snapped his head around. He hadn't seen her in a while, but she wasn't a stranger; her father was old college buddies with Damien's. He was New York's finest lawyer, assisting Damien's father with legal issues pertaining to the business, and the two spent their spare time at the country club. Damien met Camilla when her father invited the family home for supper one night while a teenager. Damien thought she was cute, but he never made a move on her. At the time, she was little more than a close friend with one thing in common: they both hailed from wealthy families.

“Oh, shit-” Damien exclaimed, his eyes widening as he approached her with a fistful of napkins he had taken off the coffee table in the middle of the room. He wiped at her dress with care, being aware of where he placed his hands. “This isn't how I expected to see you again.” He shook his head, laughing. After thoroughly wiping the spillage on her dress, he stuffed the napkins into his pockets, making a mental point to discard them later. “It's been a long time, Camilla,” he grinned. “How are you?”

Cam was as surprised as Damien was to see him. She had honestly forgotten him and Dylan had gotten married, though it was a very loose marriage from what she heard. She was about to push back from Damien trying to dry her off, but knew he wasn’t doing it to get handsy but genuinely trying to help. Though Cam didn’t mind the man’s hand on her body.

“Right? Been quite a few years. Assuming you took over your dad’s business by the look of things.” Camilla replied, giving an obvious look over Damien. He had honestly gotten much more attractive than he was during his teenage years, not that he wasn’t cute back then. But cute wouldn’t be the right word to describe him now. “Though, I usually ask for a drink first before letting most men play with my girls.” She said with a smirk, teasing him. “You looked like you were in a hurry? Looking for the wifey?” Camilla asked. “Or a wifey?” Once again teasing Damien, but letting him know she’s heard about his marriage style.

The “girls” that Camilla was referring to were the first thing that drew Damien’s attention. “Is that so?” He whistled softly as he closed the space between them, letting her words reel him in like a fishing line. But, then he stopped himself short of flirtatious behaviors. Damien didn’t fail to notice the sultry looks that Camilla was giving him. In all honesty, it would have worked if he hadn't been in such a sour mood; on any other night, he would seldom give in to her flaunting cleavage. Camilla looked good. Real good. Damien almost regretted himself for not making a move on her. Then she brought up his wife, immediately reminding him of his terrible night thus far.

“Actually, I’m looking for a drink,” Damien said matter-of-factly, scanning the room for the closest alcoholic beverage. He discovered a New Amsterdam bottle in the hands of a passing stranger. Damien went for it, flicked open the top, and took a long swig of the vodka. Damien gagged as the cheap alcohol burned at the back of his throat. Then, he caught eyes with the stranger from whom he had taken the bottle, who was scowling at him with his arms outstretched. “Go get yourself some other business to mind.” Damien snapped while flipping him off. The guy did as he asked, and let Damien bring his attention back to Camilla.“We need shot glasses,” He yelled over the background music, then slid his hand into hers and dragged her to the kitchen.

Camilla’s smirk crept back across her lips as Damien stepped closer, trapping her between him and the counter. But then after mentioning his wife, his demeanor seemed to change, Cam took mental note of that. Hmm. Marriage problems. She thought to herself, and watched Damien snatch a bottle of alcohol from a guy, causing her to giggle. He hadn’t changed at all. This reminded her of the time the two of them were walking back from the store after their parents gave them some cash, and on the way back Camilla mentioned something about getting tired. But Damien quickly acquired some bikes from some kids so they wouldn’t take so long. She remembered laughing as the two of them rode the bikes down the hill back to his father’s house.

When Damien walked back over to her, she held out her hand to take the bottle and take a swig for herself, but he quickly mentioned getting shot glasses. “Pretty sure there’s some in the kitchen.” Camilla said. She was then surprised when he grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers, and pulling her behind him.

As the two of them entered, Camilla flashed a taunting smile to a few patrons that Damien moved out of the way, and just about kicked them out of the kitchen. Cam quickly spotted two shot glasses in an open cupboard stretched out to reach and grab them, not letting go of Damien. “To the brim. You’re not the only one wanting some alcohol to clear your mind.” She said tapping her glass. “Yes, you’re that easy to read. And no, I don’t need you to tell me about it nor need me to tell you about why I need to clear my mind. Let’s just have some fun.” She spoke, rubbing her thumb on Damien's hand. “To good times.” Camilla said with a cheer, before downing her drink. “You’d think the Mr. Wolfe would like something a bit more high-end than New Amsterdam.” She said after clearing her throat, teasing Damien.

Damien followed Cam around the kitchen, opening and shutting cupboards for shot glasses. After tiptoeing to the top counter, she glanced at him and said something about wanting to fill the drinks to the brim. Damien snorted and rolled his eyes in response to the remark. He had forgotten how much fun Cam was, and it made him nostalgic. They’d always had a good time, whether it was getting in trouble with their parents for sneaking out to a party or being caught with fake ids. She had a knack for making things appear exciting. They hadn’t spoken in years, yet every reunion seemed comfortable and never unpleasant; they always picked up where they left off.

Damien tapped his shot glass against Cam's before swallowing the liquor entirely. “This is terrible,” Damien remarked between coughs as Cam joked about his expensive taste in alcohol. “I'd rather drink piss,” Damien laughed, shaking his head in disgust. He set the glass down and then let go of Cam's hand. “I need...” He hummed as he scanned the counter, which was crammed full with food platters and crimson plastic cups. Finally, he saw a Remy Martin on the countertop in the corner. He walked over to get the dark liquor, then turned around to face Cam. “This is more to my liking now. We just won the lottery.” He walked back to her and grabbed the empty glass from her perfectly manicured hands. He filled it to the brim as she had asked, handed the glass to her, and then filled his own. Finally, he rose the cognac toward the sky. “Here’s to the nights we’ll never remember. With our friends, we’ll never forget. ” He roared above the music before leaning back to gulp the thick liquor. As they drank their glasses, a few spectators cheered him on and joined him in the toast. When Shakira's song “Hips Don’t Lie” came on, Damien started bobbing his head to the intense bass of the music while placing a hand on the small of Cam's back and leaning in close. “Want to dance?” He asked.

Camilla let out a giggle as Damien reacted to the cheap vodka and her tease. She made a quick pout when he let go of her hand, it was warm and comfortable. But her eyes lit up as he went and upgraded their poison for the night. Cam wasn’t one to drink high-end alcohol unless she was drinking sangria or some other champagne at a fancy event, and never had Remy Martin, but she knew it was a top-shelf item. “Ohhh fancy. Wonder who let that laying around.” She commented as Damien took and filled her glass.

The two of them down their drinks after Damien’s cheers, obviously one-upping her New Amsterdam cheers. After the cognac went down her throat smoothly and she basked in the vanilla flavor, Camilla was starting to feel the effects of her precious drinks all stacking up. She was enjoying herself.

Cam’s face got a little bit more red when Damien slid his hand down her back. This a mixture of her being a little past tipsy, and her blush coming through. “Has anyone ever told you no Damien?” She let a smirk before reaching and filling up another shot but hovering over Damien’s mouth instead of taking it herself, and slowly pouring it in, and then letting Damien return the favor.

Cam pulled herself closer to Damien and started moving her hips to the music. She stayed close to Damien, the two of their bodies rubbing against each other a bit between the beats, faces inches from each other, Cam occasionally softly singing random lyrics from the song, usually the more dirty ones. Then, after Damien spun her around to where her back was against him danced for a bit, Camilla got a fun idea.

She tilted her head to the right where Damien was breathing on her neck. “Hey, let’s have some real fun. Help me up.” Camilla spoke, pointing over to the countertop, wanting to get on top. “It’ll be fun.” She continued, pulling him towards the counter. Damien quickly helped her up, and she didn’t mind where he placed his hands to help her up, though it did feel like a bit of a tease.

Damien’s jaw clenched as he concentrated on Camilla’s body, which pushed close to him as she swayed her hips to the lyrics’ rhythm. His hands were on her hips, moving along with them as she danced. Damien became very heated due to the effects of the liquor and the adrenaline of the sensual dance. Their steps were in rhythm, and their faces were so close that Damien could smell the delicious cinnamon spice emanating from her. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, then dropped his hand, simultaneously caressing his palm down over her arm until his fingers intertwined with hers. Next, he lifted her arm and turned her around in a single motion, pressing her back into his chest. Damien let her grind her hips into him for a few moments before she perked up at the thought of lifting her on the island counter. He wasn’t sure whether she should go up there when she was tipsy, but she persisted. So, Damien extended his hand to hers while lifting her effortlessly on the counter at her hip. Cam let out a small squeal in response as he teased her hip, then turned to grin at Damien before beginning her performance.

Damien watched as she started rolling her hips like Shakira and bringing her hands to her hair. Camilla drew the attention of the party when she slid a sleeve down her shoulder. The striptease elicited some wolf-whistling and applause from the audience. Damien couldn't see her face, but he knew she was looking at him. Damien was in a daze as she boldly danced in front of him, then she performed a booty dip. Damien had to catch himself, slumping back against the counter as a result of the motion. He gazed at her flawless figure in that tight dress, appreciating each of her curves. Damien was sure of one thing, Camilla: she did an excellent job of grabbing her audience’s attention.

She was doing a fantastic job until she slipped on a spill on the counter, causing Damien to spring off the counter and quickly catch her in his arms. He cradled her in his arms and smiled tipsily. “You’ve definitely had enough to drink," he joked.

As Camilla got stabled on the counter she started enjoying herself a bit more, people clearing the counter of food and drinks out of her way. The music in the air shifted and Cam got more relaxed, running her hands through her hair and making it a bit messy as she started to dance, more seductively than loose. As she swayed, she slid one of her sleeves down to tease the onlookers but keeping a stare on Damien.

Cam was interrupted for a second when a familiar face, Robyn, came over and asked if she had seen Lauren, though Camilla just dismissed her, saying something about Erin's room.

The attention was brought to having fun when one person shouted out to take off her dress, she unbuttoned one button, but then wiggled her finger before continuing. She stayed closest to Damien, giving him multiple different views of herself, enjoying his eyes out of everyone.

The atmosphere around Camilla was similar to those of her shows, eyes on her and loving the attention. She went to do a spin around but the heel of her shoe slipped in someone’s spilt vodka, quickly sending her off the counter. She was scared for a moment but then fell softly into someone’s arms, looking up and seeing Damien, letting out a teasily lecture about her being drunk. “Pfft. But I definitely haven't had enough of you, Mr. Wolfe.” Cam said, gripping onto his collar and pulling in for a kiss.

Then, everything went black.