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Edward Aryn

"On the pursuit of happiness..."

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a character in “The Secret Lives of Manhattan's Finest”, as played by StarStruck

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EDWARD ARYN


☽ "Maybe I love too much, and maybe I show too little." ☾
-r.m drake


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Fᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Toni Mahfud
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #640E27
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #936663




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✦Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ✦
Edward Layth Aryn

✧Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ✧
Ed

✦Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ & Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ✦
August 1st - ♌

✧Aɢᴇ✧
28

✦Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ✦
Male

✧Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ & Mᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs✧
Straight & Single



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✧Hᴀɪʀ✧
He has thick brown hair, that's usually buzzed down on the sides and longer on the top.

✦Eʏᴇs✦
Light blue

✧Sᴋɪɴ✧
Tan

✦Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ & Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ✦
6'1 & 170 lbs

✧Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ✧
He has Turkish and Lebanese blood from his mother's side, and German from his father's.

✦In Depth✦
People aren't lying when they say that Edward is a really attractive person. He gets compliments like that a lot, and while he appreciates it, it's not something that he really focuses on. He likes looking nice and presentable because he feels better that way. If he let his facial hair grow out too long or didn't dress in nice, yet non-flashy and minimal clothing, he would feel heavy, tired, and un-fresh. His style is sleek without seeming like he's trying too hard, and his body is as well kept and pretty as his face.


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XXXConfident ✦ Intimate ✧ Charming ✦ Thoughtful ✧ Withdrawn
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When you think of a womanizer, you probably think of someone who is cocky, disrespectful, and constantly horny. He's the guy who's catcalling women on the street and jumping in to bed with girls at the first moment's chance. Surprisingly, even though he undeniably possesses the reputation of being a womanizer, those aren't really ways that Ed would be described. His reputation isn't a false one, but he isn't a completely disrespectful jerk in order to get into girl's pants. It might sound strange, but it just kind of happens. Girls are attracted to him and it just isn't difficult for him to get them to spread their legs. In fact - and this probably sounds absurd -, sometimes the advances he gets become too much. He's a much more humble, introverted and intimate person than his reputation lets on, and shockingly, he isn't all that fond of one night stands. What has kept him in that business is that no one that he sleeps with ends up being someone that he can really converse with the next morning. His friends will convince him to go out partying, he'll get a few drinks into him and take a model-looking girl home, the sex will be good, but then the next morning, when the alcohol has worn off, that spark is no longer there. She's just another girl with smeared makeup and a screechy voice, who doesn't want to talk about anything real, who insists he call her, and who he will definitely never see again.

His personality has multiple sides. There's the side that most people see in public, where he's sociable, a "guy's guy", confident, and so on. It might have played into that image of being a womanizer. Those who know him on a deeper level know that he can withdraw himself emotionally very quickly. He's an extremely thoughtful person, and he lives in his head more than he does in real life. With bouts of partying and sex comes even longer bouts of solitude. He needs personal space because he often feels like he doesn't mesh well with a lot of people. He wishes he could, and that he could feel close to people without wanting to really click with them like he feels like he has to, but he has never been comfortable with calling surface friendships actual friendships. He wants more from people. He wants real words, real emotions, real relationships, and things that have meaning and purpose, but ironically, he feels like girls only want him for sex, and the ones that want him for more, just aren't deep enough for him.


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✦Lɪᴋᴇs✦
✧ Art ✧ ↣ He's an amazing artist, with pencils being his preferred medium. What was once a hobby has transpired into a career for him. While he does freelance work on the side for individual people, he also has contracts with companies, designing logos and other creative advertisements.

✧ Urban Settings ✧ ↣ He's lived in England, Berlin, Los Angeles and New York, and can't envision himself living in anything quieter than a major city.

✧ Disney World ✧ ↣ Make fun of him all you want, but he only got to go for the first time when he was twenty, and he's made a point of catching up on all of his missed childhood memories by going once a year since then.

✧ Whiskey ✧ ↣ He prefers this neat, over any other drink.

✧ Kids ✧ ↣ For a guy who has a reputation of never being able to settle down, Edward loves kids and can't wait to have his own some day. He appreciates the innocence and honesty that only children, who haven't been tainted by the world, possess.


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✧Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs✧
✦ Dogs ✦ ↣ He was scared of them as a kid, and while he's not going to leap onto your couch in horror at the sight of your Yorkie any longer, he just isn't much of a fan of dogs, or pets in general, for that matter. Too much work and upkeep.

✦ Soda ✦ ↣ If he has to mix a drink (and it doesn't happen often), he'll use soda, but he would never drink it plain.

✦ Mixed drinks ✦ ↣ This ties in with the above, but you won't catch this guy with a pretty little cocktail in his hand. It has nothing to do with wanting to seem masculine, he just prefers the smooth taste of high-shelf liquors and wouldn't want to taint that with some cheap mixer.

✦ Creative droughts ✦ ↣ He hates feeling uninspired or unmotivated to draw.

✦ Racism ✦ ↣ He's been on the receiving end of comments about Muslims and terrorism, and he absolutely hates it. For one, both of his parents are devout Christians and he was raised in a Christian and American household, and secondly, even if that wasn't true, just because he looks like he might have middle eastern blood in him shouldn't mean that he's getting ready to bomb you.


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✧Tᴀʟᴇɴᴛs✧
✦ Drawing ✦ ↣ EXPLANATION

✦ Conversation ✦ ↣ He's good at conversation. He has a quick wit to him, knows how to make people laugh, and can fake interest in topics that he couldn't care any less about in reality. His personality is one that is easy to like at a first encounter because of this.

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✦Fʟᴀᴡs✦
✧ Selfish ✧ ↣ Sometimes he can get so wrapped up in his own thoughts and needs and feelings, that he becomes indifferent, nearly cold, towards other people's. He'll isolate himself to a point where he makes no effort to explain it to people who he is close with, and in turn, some may think that he's ignoring them specifically when he isolates himself from everyone.

✧ Unsure of what he's looking for ✧ ↣ He doesn't know what it is, exactly, that he's looking for from the girls he is sleeping with, and maybe even in life in general, but he knows that he is not satisfied with what he has now. He doesn't know if he's just going to "know" what he has been looking for once he finds it, or if this is all a waste of time, and he needs to figure out what he wants first..

✧ Not a hands-on kind of person ✧ ↣ He's good at art, but if you ask him to put together your new Ikea dresser, you're setting yourself up for a failure. He has never been good at putting things together or fixing things, so he's not one of those guys who refuses to call a handyman in insistence that they can do it on their own.

✧ Music ✧ ↣ He likes listening to music, but he has no musical talents of his own.


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✧Secrets✧
✦ Sleeping with Aaliyah ✦ ↣ She's using their hookups as a way to get back at Beau, and Ed can't complain about that. Hell, Leah is a gorgeous girl on her own, but just knowing that he's fucking that prick's girl makes him ten times more eager to jump into bed with her. Their hookups as a whole are something that's kept on the down low, but what's a secret as well, is that Ed might like her more than that. It's uncommon for him to want to have "one night stands" with the same person, and oddly, he finds himself craving Aaliyah more than he wants to admit. Is it just that she's phenomenal in bed? Maybe. It might also be that she's more than just a pretty face, though.

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✧Dʀᴇᴀᴍs✧
✦ Find his soulmate ✦ ↣ His friends would surely make fun of him if he said this out loud, but Edward is quickly becoming desperate for someone who he can have a real connection with. Sex and physical fun is all good and well, but he's twenty-eight years old and he wants something real and mature now. He wants someone who he can talk to at three in the morning, fuck at two in the afternoon, and make breakfast with on a Sunday morning. One night stands don't offer the physical intimacy and the emotional intimacy, and right now, he's craving the latter even more than the former.

✦ Become an architect ✦ ↣ It's something that he'll never do because he's not motivated enough to go back to school, and he's doing well for himself now anyway, but it was his dream job as a child, and he still thinks it would be a really cool occupation.

✦ Have children ✦ ↣ He's a family man at heart, and he definitely wants a few kids of his own within the next five years or so.

✦ Visit all of the Disney parks ✦ ↣ Don't judge him too much - he's not a crazy Disney fanatic, but hitting all of the parks around the world is on his bucket list. So far, he has only been to the one in Florida, but not going to the one in California is really just out of his own laziness (and inability to get his friends on board).


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✧ Settling ✧ ↣ He's scared that one day, he's going to have to settle for a life that isn't what he wanted. Maybe soulmates aren't real things, and people just compromise for the best that they can find, and he doesn't want to have to do that.

✧ Plane crashes ✧ ↣ He knows that they're uncommon, but if his flight is over two hours long, he has to take a Xanax beforehand to convince himself that he's not on a flight to his grave.

✧ Illness ✧ ↣ The idea of someone he's close with being stricken with an incurable illness, or even just a serious illness, is very scary to him. Being so out of control and unable to help someone that you love would leave anyone feeling immeasurably uneasy.

✧ STDs ✧ ↣ His reputation doesn't attest to it, but he makes sure that the girls he's sleeping with are clean and respectable girls. He's not grabbing prostitutes off of the street to fuck, but still, you never know, and getting an STD would probably make him want to remain celibate for the rest of eternity...

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✧ Emery Aryn ✧ ↣ Father ↣ Alive
✦ Nour Aryn ✦ ↣ Mother ↣ Alive
✧ Amelia Aryn ✧ ↣ Sister ↣ Alive
✦ Khara Aryn ✦ ↣ Sister ↣ Alive


✦Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ✦
Edward was born in a small coastal town of Massachusetts, to Emery and Nour Aryn. At the time, they already had two children, Amelia, who was four years older than Edward, and Khara, who was two years older. After Edward's birth, his parents continued to try for another child, but due to complications, could not get pregnant again and were left as a family of five. His childhood was a relatively normal one. His father was a businessman who worked in Boston, and his mother was a pediatrician. They did well for themselves and Edward never knew anything less than an upper middle class life, but he wasn't born into billions of dollars like a lot of the people he now lives with. His father worked his way up and eventually got a job at an international sales company that started bringing in the real money. When Edward was eight, his family had to relocate to London for his father's new position. He attended The American School here for four years, before again having to move for his father's job, and this time, to Berlin. Edward definitely preferred Berlin to any other place he had ever been to, but part of this was probably because his father loved it so much. His roots were entirely German and he swore that this was the country that the family really belonged in. Since Edward was still pretty young at the time, he was still under the impression that his father was the most important person in the world, and that anything he said was true. He definitely idolized him and took his opinions to heart, and that was why he tried not to get so bothered when the family moved for a third time, during his sophomore year of high school, back to the states.

They landed on the west coast this time, in a suburb right outside of Los Angeles. This is where Edward finished his education, and before he left for college, he nearly completely severed ties with his family as well. It had been a long time coming, really. As a kid, he was genuinely a very good son and respected his parents. However, his father was a strict man and had certain expectations for his kids, and having his son go into art just didn't fit his plan. He was reluctant to even let Edward continue taking art classes in high school, so when he announced that his master plan was to go to The New School, in New York City, to major in illustration, he was beyond angry. It was only through his mother's pleas that they just let Edward find his own way, while footing the bill for his school and apartment. He really had a very minimal relationship with them until he was in his senior year of high school, and his eldest sister and her husband moved to the city. She soon became pregnant and after landing a major business deal, his father's net worth jumped a couple of million, and his parents followed her to the city too, deciding that they wanted to be where their grandchild was raised. There was no major heart to heart that led to Ed reconnecting with his parents, but just being close location-wise eventually led to them talking more. Edward proving that his degree means something, and that he's making a living for himself through his art probably helped too.



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Edward Aryn's Story

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Character Portrait: Juliet Arnault Character Portrait: Brynn Calloway Character Portrait: Beauregard Oakman Character Portrait: Edward Aryn Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks-Moreau Character Portrait: Gabriel Read
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Gossip Girl here and as we all sadly know, it is the end of the summer. I know, I know - heartbreaking, right? Back to longer days and nights in the office, homework and let's not even forget the copious amounts of hot coffee and tea we're all going to be sipping on once winter takes a bite out of our asses. But, if you're any of our fine citizens of the Upper East Side, you're probably not worried about such things. In fact, if you are anyone, you would be in The Hamptons where the Shanks are hosting their infamous annual White Party on the lawn of their gorgeous estate. And if you're not, well...then I'll sip on those scrumptious strawberry mimosas and partake in a few macaroons in your honor.

At about thirty minutes past two in the afternoon, every filthy rich Upper East Sider makes their way to one of the most beautifully appointed mansions in Southhampton, about fifteen minutes from the beach when driving. Either way you put it, you know it's going to be breathtaking. And while everyone else is decked in the appropriate white attire for the obviously over-priced event, you all already know that I'm going to be there too. Watching...waiting...and in utter impatience for the delicious events that are sure to unfold. XOXO, Gossip Girl.





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A A L I Y A H ~ S H A N K S
"Life ain't a box of Lucky Charms, but if you don't magically teleport yourself here..."

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Location || The White Party : The Shanks' Hampton Estate
iPod || Teen Idle by Marina & the Diamonds
Mood || Annoyed


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"Don't see the big deal, sis," Marcel said into the phone and Aaliyah shut her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration and having to ignore the way her Isabel Marant cuff clanked against the device she held up against her ear. She could already feel a headache coming on and it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. The majority of the guests had arrived earlier with a few stragglers coming and going. Under normal circumstances, like when someone else was hosting an event at a gallery or even one that wasn't even important, Aaliyah barely even thought to text either of her siblings to see where they were. If she saw them, she saw them. If she did not, then that was the story and that was fine. However, this was an event their mother was throwing. Meaning, everyone was going to hear Debby's mouth until all of her family members were present. And by everyone, Aaliyah typically meant herself. "Can't you just magically convince her to let it go or something? You're good at that." Aaliyah bristled. It was a good thing she was in her bedroom and not anywhere downstairs where anyone could see her current facial expression.

"Hell no! This is not a box of Lucky Charms, but you better magically teleport yourself here or so help me God, I will magically shove my foot up your ass, Marcel." She hissed into her cell phone. She could hear her brother's eye roll through the phone. "I don't care if you have to convince your flavor of the month that you'd rather dip her in the chocolate fountain on front, be here. Now." She refused to encourage any more of his excuses by ending the call, letting out a frustrated sigh before trying to relax herself enough to return to the guests. This was not even her own event and she was already stressing. Aaliyah had changed her outfit twice before deciding on her Halston Heritage jumpsuit because Debby had made face after face when she saw her daughters' choices. She had had to leave Beau's side when Shailene pulled her aside to say that Debby was furious that Marcel wanted to bail on them for some girl he stole away to California. And suddenly, Aaliyah had to be the one to resolve the issue since Debby couldn't just call her son. Aaliyah shook her head quickly to dispel the negativity, though she could still feel herself brimming with aggravation when she rose from her perch on her childhood bed.

Before heading out, she stopped to check her reflection, styling her hair back into the messy bun from earlier in the morning so that her Jennifer Fisher earrings could be seen better. Sliding her cell back into her Louboutin clutch, she gave herself one more final glance over before heading out, ignoring the servant who asked if everything was alright. No, everything was not alright, but she was here, wasn't she? Wasn't that enough of a reason to not ask that dumb ass question? By the time Aaliyah was back on the first floor, a cordial smile was painted back on her face. In passing, she nodded to a few guests, the sound of her Miu Miu sandals echoing when she reached the outside portico. The spacious lawn of her family's estate was filled with white tables and a sea of white-attired bodies, the flashes of green from the lush grass peeking out amidst the stark color all of the guests wore. Some sported bikinis and swimsuits, others more elegant apparel. It was the one time of the year, other than if someone did a special event, that she had to deal with such an onslaught of the color, and Aaliyah was already annoyed despite the tasteful elegance of the event. The White Party was the one event Debby did not allow any other member of the family to host, which was why it was a big deal that Marcel was not present. No one missed their own mother's party, especially not because they were chasing tail as if they hadn't had a different one three weeks ago.

Her eyes roved over the crowd and she saw a few notable faces, though none of them being the main one she was looking for. A few of her followers nodded in her direction and she only offered a longer gaze before glancing around before she saw a familiar blonde head. Without hesitation, Aaliyah made her way over to Juliet, exhaling loudly when she reached her and looping her arm with the heiress. "Girl, tell me why Marcel's trying to get me killed and I'm not even the one who didn't show up," she immediately complained to the blonde, accepting a cranberry mimosa when it was offered from an approaching server.



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Character Portrait: Juliet Arnault Character Portrait: Edward Aryn Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks-Moreau Character Portrait: Gabriel Read Character Portrait: Teegan Hansley
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TEEGAN HANSLEY
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Location The White Party : The Shanks' Hampton Estate




Teegan stared at her ceiling. Her body unmoving and her breathing labored. In a few moments she needs to start getting ready for The Shanks party. She had gotten an invitation. At first she thought it was to be entertainment, but it seems like they honestly want her to attend. Teegan eagerly accepted the invitation and almost instantly regretted it. She figured out who was invited and has been trying to find ways to get out of it. But its hard to get out of a very important party. This is a career move for her. Despite all the people that would be there. Juliet being one of them. A scowl came to her lips at the thought of the pretentious blonde. A spoiled princess who never did anything on her own. Despite all the money she has, Teegan work ten times harder and earned way more. Just the idea of seeing the bitch was making it hard for her to want to attend. Turning her head to the left she saw her producer putting his clothes back on. "You can't be late for this party Teegan." he mumbled to her.

She rolled her eyes and pulled the blanket over her face. He sounded like her father. Her father had not failed to text her hours early to say that he was attending the party with his new 'girlfriend'. His new girlfriend was the bitch's mother of course. Which only added to the hatred she held for the blonde. "I know. I know. You sound like a broken record, Michael." She exclaimed, her voice muffled by the covers. "I have to repeat myself when you don't seem to be listening. Get out of bed." Michael turned around and yanked blankets from her hands. He exposed half of her naked body to the cold air. Getting dressed was the last thing on her mind right now. Especially with her producer's eyes roaming her body. "I can't get dressed with you staring at me." Teegan wrapped her arms around her own body. "Besides. Don't you need to get back to Mrs. Lyles." she teased. They were both attending the party. Michael nodded and grabbed his shirt from the left side of her bed. Quickly leaning down and planting a kiss on her lips, her grabbed the rest of his things he headed out of her bedroom. "Get dressed Hansley." he said right before he shut the front door.

Her chocolate hued eyes glanced at the clock. She had and hour and half to get dressed and get to the party. A sigh escaped her and she finally pushed herself off of the bed. She dashed into the bathroom and started cleaning herself up. She smelled like sex and rum initially and now she smelled like tranquility and grapefruit. A towel wrapped around her waist and she did her hair and makeup. Making sure each eyebrow was even, she determined her makeup was good enough. She put on her matching bra and underwear set and then squeezed herself into the white dress. Gripping the sides of her dress, she pulled up the bottom and walked towards her silver heels. The strap was secure and then she stood before a body mirror. She looked decent for pulling this together in about forty-five minutes. She smiled proudly at herself and then she grabbed her phone. Teegan phoned for her driver.

Within twenty minutes she arrived at the estate. Many people had already arrived. There was really one person that she was looking for. She was honestly hoping that the blonde bimbo would not be with her father. Finally she spotted him with his girlfriend. Juliet was just a couple steps away talking to the hosts daughter. Teegan grabbed a glass of champagne on her way towards her father. She smiled brightly at him. "Hi daddy." she said. Her father leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Hello Teegan. You looked lovely." he responded. Her smile brightened. Teegan smiled politely at his girlfriend, but did not say anything to her. Just an older version of the spoiled brat. "I have to mingle. Michael said. I will talk to you later." she assured her father.

The singer songwriter, sipping her champagne enjoy the aesthetic of the party. She talked to be people that she did know and people that she did not know. She was very polite. And she was actually happy not to have run into Gabriel yet. He does not seem to be here yet. Teegan did not want to watch him follow around Juliet like some love sick puppy. Not when she would rather he follow her around. And Edward has yet to be found. Another relief. She did not want to deal with someone she was using as rebound. At least not right now. Maybe later tonight. After a couple more glasses of champagne.

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"The summer should go out with a bang, but I'd prefer it be a blonde
that I bang..."

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One might be surprised by the amount of people who Gabriel was familiar with at the Shanks' party. There were people who he wasn't shockingly familiar with. They were the ones who were his own age, or the families that his family had grown up with. There were people who he was more than familiar with, like Teegan Hansley, his exgirlfriend, who he had watched with a hard stare walk into the party at a distance, before she disappeared into the sea of white. Juliet Arnault and Aaliyah Shanks fell into that category too, he supposed, if he was trying to brush Teegan off as just being a sexual experience like those two girls. However, there were other people, some older, and some just distant from his own family's connections, who he mingled with too. He knew them in a different way than he knew those old familiar faces, and it was a way that neither party would vocalize aloud at such an event. They were his clients, the ones who he catered to through his "side" business. While may talked cocaine up to be Wall Street's drug of choice, Gabe had tapped into that same market with his prescription pills business, and it was an undeniably large market at that. Crushed and snorted, a lot of his pills gave similar effects as cocaine, and in a world where everyone cared about their image, many felt "cleaner" or less illegal using prescription pills than a completely illegal drug like cocaine, even if the drug, not prescribed to them, was still very much illegal. While he was happy to converse with these people at the party, he appreciated the unspoken rule that their business deals were never brought up. He normally didn't mind talking business at parties if it meant talking money, but today, he was in the mood to relax. He didn't want to have to start lists in his phone on who he needed to get pills for. He wanted to continue to sip the glass of scotch that he had, have some good food, and enjoy the party's atmosphere with friends. Sure, that was going to be a little difficult with so many of his ex "something"'s in one place at one time, but Gabe would deal with it with a smirk on his face. He always managed to.

Although from the outside, Gabe appeared to be enthralled by what the brunette in front of him was gushing about, he really hadn't heard a word since the conversation started five minutes before. His gaze continued to switch between Ed, who was a good distance away chatting with some older woman, Juliet and Aaliyah, who were on the other side of the yard, Teegan, who was by them, and then back to the girl in front of her. He really only humored her with the ocasional glance and chuckle because she was smoking hot... and he was willing to gift himself with a girl like he. This summer deserved to go out with a bang... but the gorgeous girl in front of him wasn't going to be his first choice of the night. Hell, she wasn't even his second choice. Not even the third. His top three choices were Juliet, Teegan and Erin, and strangely, in that order. What was strange about it was that it was basically the opposite order of attainability. Erin was definitely the easiest of the three because she reeked of desperation. It was mean, maybe, but true in Gabe's mind. Juliet was definitely the hardest because she barely even spoke to him since the night he slept with Aaliyah years ago. Very rarely since then, he could get her to answer a text, and now and then, if they were out at the same party and he just so happened to have her pills on him (which, admittedly, he frequently carried on purpose just in case he saw her), he could get her to accept them in exchange for some conversation. It was never more than that though, and honestly, Gabe didn't know why he wanted more. It was an unfounded obsession, but one that seemed impossible for him to get over.

Lastly, there was Teegan, and she fell in murky water because of their history. He would get occasional texts from her when she was completely wasted, wanting to hook up in a "no strings attached" manner, and Gabe had played into it a few times, but he always hated himself after doing so because with a girl like her, it was impossible to have sex without feelings. Even if he knew that it was possible, maybe even likely, that he still had some sort of feelings for her, he didn't want to explore them anymore. He had put himself out there once, and opened himself up to a girl one time, and since that had failed, he wasn't going to try again. Especially not now, when her music career had taken off and he was sure that she had moved on to some big shot singer or something anyway. Even if he wanted to get back with Teegan seriously, he knew it wouldn't last long anyway. He wasn't ready to give up his side business just yet, and Juliet, who had been the breaking point for their relationship, was still someone he tried texting on a regular basis. He could tell Teegan he would stop, and just focus on her, but it would be a lie that she would surely unravel with time. He wished it wasn't so, and he wished that he could just be happy without wanting more, especially "more" that was unattainable, but he just couldn't.

Just as he raised his glass of scotch to confirm that yes, it was now empty, the woman who Ed had been talking to passed by him, and instantly, he excused himself from his brunette conversation partner, who looked a tad bit offended as he slid past her and over to his friend. He placed a hand on Ed's shoulder, a bit roughly, as he approached him from behind. "You into MILFs now or something, man? What was that about? Or shit, tell me that was Beau's mom, and you're trying to fuck his girl and his mom. I'd give you props for that, man."

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Edward was the kind of person who enjoyed parties. He really did, and it wasn't just because many of them resulted in him getting the numbers of more than just a few girls, who would likely end up in his bedroom one night that week. No, he just liked the atmosphere of parties. Even ones like this, that were filled with pretentious New Yorkers, with made up problems, living in their top 1% bubble. Ed couldn't really speak on the guests here because he was one of them, and not much different, in financial situation, at least. In terms of character and depth, he liked to think that he differed from the people around him. He wasn't so caught up in himself that he thought that he was incredibly intellectual or a much better person than everyone else, but he liked to think that he wasn't so superficial. Maybe it was more of a hope than a truth, though. Blending into the crowd perfectly, in his all white outfit of white chino pants and a white button down with the sleeves rolled up and a few buttons popped, he surely felt less individual than he liked. Regardless, he was going to have a good time today. The vibes at events like these were always good ones, and since this was the last real party of the summer, that was especially true, since everyone seemed to be in the same mindset of wanting to end the season on a good note.

Ed had arrived to the party alone. Though his family had received invitations as well, both of his parents were back in Berlin for something related to his father's work, and his sisters were out of state as well. They were all valid excuses too, since one did not just miss this party for no reason. Debby Shanks had enough guests where she wouldn't be bothered by his family not coming, but for your own health, you didn't just not come to a Shanks party for no reason. You would surely be the one regretting it when your social media feeds were flooded with pictures, and the talk for the next week consisted only of inside jokes that arose from the afternoon. Just because he had come alone, though, didn't mean that he was alone for very long. He had chatted with Gabe for a little while when he had gotten there, and a few other acquaintances as well. He had returned to the house for just a minute to use the restroom, and when he reappeared, he had been caught in conversation by a woman who explained that she owned an art gallery out in Greenport and would love for him to showcase his work there sometime. They conversed for a good ten minutes or so before she excused herself, and since the conversation had ended on a good note, it left Ed in an even better mood. One that seemed necessary, considering the playful mood Gabe was clearly in when his friend approached him. "Yeah right, man," he said, smirking. "I'm sure she wishes, but nah, she just was talking to me about some art gallery she owns. You know how it goes, I'm sure. Gotta add in a little business talk, even if this party's supposed to be all about fun," he joked. He was unaware that Gabe had no intentions of making any "transactions" today, but it wasn't unusual for him to see a quick hand to hand deal go down at parties. He didn't touch on the part about the woman being Beau's mother specifically, because it just wasn't necessary. He appreciated the dig just as much as the smirk on Gabe's face suggested he did, though. Ed wasn't into woman who were that much older than himself, but if it meant pissing Beau off a little bit more, his mother, no matter how old, might have been an exception to that rule. Ed didn't like sleeping with girls who were taken anyway, but when it came to a girl who had Beau's ring on her finger, he had made an exception, so why not again? "Have you seen Aaliyah, though? I thought I would have run into her by now."

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Tension sat in the air as Beau stood with Leah and Juliet. It was as though Satan himself stood behind Beau, lightly blowing cold air on the nape of his neck. The discomfort wasn’t something that Beau wasn’t used to by now. Girls talk, Beau was aware of that. He was even more aware that Leah knew of his past mistakes, long before he ever admitted them, and had let Juliet know of the disgusting antics Beau was up to in his free time. Beau also knew that once his secret was out to the Leah’s closest friend, he’d no longer be the charming young lad from England he used to be. No. Now he’s the rubbish that Leah should get rid of but keeps around for someone’s sake. Whatever. To Beau it was all the same. He couldn’t care less what her friends thought of him as long as they all kept their mouths shut about his business and let him go on his merry way. Essentially, what Leah was currently doing about the situation. After all, it seemed to work for the both of them. As Juliet left their side, Beau rolled his eyes to her abrasive valediction. Beau turned his head to a departing Juliet and spit his out farewell at her, “Cheerio, love.” Beau’s eyes may have well rolled back into his head with the attitude that came out with the short sentence. There was no kindness left between Juliet and Beau as there once had been. It only bothered Beau when she acted as childish as she did. Otherwise, it meant nothing to him.

Beau’s eyes floated around the vicinity. ”Love, tell me something. Will she ever pull her head from her arse?” Beau’s lips touched his glass but shortly realized he had been running on empty again. He signaled for another and set his empty glass down on a passing waiter’s tray. Beau’s eyes didn’t mean Leah’s as he already knew she was probably making a face or was getting ready to comment about his intake. How many was that? She’d ask and Beau would have to tell her to cool it before telling her he was quickly moving onto his third or fourth drink. ”I’m going to mingle, babe. I’m sure there’s someone here who’s ass I can kiss to put me at the top of the ballot. I’ll catch you in a bit.” Beau kissed Leah quickly and moved. As he moved through the yard, he passed Juliet. He stood by her for a short second while he waited for the waiter to meet him with his drink. “Get your nose out of my business now, eh?” Beau spoke with a false smile slathered to his lips as though cameras were constantly watching his every move, waiting for him to mess up. “My life’s got nothing to do with you so move along, ight?” Beau smiled and nodded to passing guests, took the drink that was being presented to him by a server and without giving Juliet enough time to make a departing comment, walked off.

Sipping on his drink in between steps, Beau went to the one place he probably shouldn’t have. He saw Brynn and Erin from a distance and he was getting tired of the snobby, posh people his mother-in-law to-be had invited. A light stroll with his hand in his pocket sent him straight into Brynn’s arms. “Ladies,” he said with a smile on his face as he double kissed both of their cheeks. “I hope you’re enjoying this party as much as I am?” He said jokingly, raising his glass to them with a light chuckle. Beau’s eyes fell on the rest of the party. From a distance, he could see Leah, Juliet and a few guys, one of which was Edward, which Beau was not particularly fond of and the other was Gabe. He scowled at the back of their heads before turning back to Erin and Brynn. He noticed Brynn’s hand held onto a lemonade and his eyebrow raised. “B, dear, that’s no way to get through one of these shit-fests. You need one of these.” He said pointing to his drink in hand. Beau turned to a waiter, raising his hand to get their attention.

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"The summer should go out with a bang, but I'd prefer it be a blonde
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"Nah, no business talk for me today, man. Today's all about relaxation. Scotch, food, and relaxation." If he knew which girl he wanted today to be about, he would have thrown her name in there too. Anyone who knew Gabe would know that his first answer for that question would be Juliet, and it wasn't like today was any different. He didn't even know why he was so captivated by the blonde. Maybe it was because he knew he couldn't have her. Even when they were sleeping together, years ago, she wasn't actually his. She wanted the drugs that he had, not him. Her lack of interest then, coupled with Aaliyah's warning that he better not try that again, plus her no longer needing his drugs, meant that he was likely chasing something that he would never have. He was a smart guy, there was no arguing that, so even he couldn't explain to someone why he didn't just give up. Juliet was gorgeous, but there were hoards of other gorgeous girls in the Upper East Side that he could have if he wanted. Like Teegan. She was someone who he actually had loved at one point, and the love had been reciprocated. He had a chance there, and one that he knew would actually be good for his life, and yet he couldn't even drop this... obsession... even for true love. It was crazy, and by now, he had convinced himself that he just needed to sleep with Juliet one last time to get the lust out of his system before he moved on. He knew that that would be a dangerous game to play, though. Not only had Teegan been texting him more lately (usually when she was intoxicated), but he knew that Aaliyah's warning still stood, despite it being made years ago. If he made real moves on Juliet, he knew it would cause drama, but maybe it was time to say "oh well". Gabe was a business man. He knew that when dealing with risky business, you had to make your move before it was too late, and he didn't want to miss his chance. The summer was almost over, maybe tonight would be his lucky night.

"Aaliyah?" He repeated, turning his head backwards as he tried to remember where he had last seen her. "I thought I saw her over there a little while ago. Talking to my future wife. You think I should seal the deal with Juliet tonight? Take her back to my place? Remind her of what she's been missing all these years?" Though his smirk made it evident that he knew he was being cocky, he wasn't joking with what he was saying. What probably made the situation messed up, though, was that while he was speaking about Juliet like that, he couldn't stop himself from sending a text to Teegan.

To: Teegan
i always said you looked good in white. today's no exception.

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A A L I Y A H ~ S H A N K S
"J's not the only who needs to pull their head outta their ass."

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Location || The White Party : The Shanks' Hampton Estate
iPod || Teen Idle by Marina & the Diamonds
Mood || Vexed


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It would be just like Juliet to leave her alone. Aaliyah didn't want to think about the part where the other woman was leaving her alone with her fiance - the main person she would want to be alone with, in the first place. Or, at least, should. She should want to be alone with him and yet, the second her best friend muttered an excuse to leave their - more like, Beau's, but Leah wasn't going to damage his ego for the moment - presence, a frown marred her features once more. Beau bit out a few unnecessary parting words before turning a question to her, and Aaliyah's lips pressed into a thin line as she replied under her breath, "Maybe she's not the only one,". Of course, Beau was too distracted with desiring another drink and her frown deepened.

Seriously, how much could one person drink in two hours? It was literally the most frustrating thing on the planet and what was worse was that Leah knew damn well Juliet could probably give Beau a run for her money, and seemed to have more control in her right pinkie than he seemed to have at all. And that was saying something! "Babe..." She started, but Beau beat her to it with a swift exit and Aaliyah bristled as she watched him go. Alone, her eyes floated over the crowd, painting on a thin grin when a few of her father's associates flitted past her with small acknowledgements and best wishes for her engagement...yeah, her engagement. One big fucking joke and she seriously needed to continue taking her time with this one drink because what she didn't need was herself being drunk. Good things didn't happen when she was drunk...not at large settings like these anyway...where her mother could throttle her or drown her in the pool.

"Dad!" She called and briskly walked over to hug the older man, their embrace lasting long despite his present company. When she released him, the smile on Leah's face was far more genuine than a few minutes ago. "I talked to Marcel. Hopefully, he'll come and mom's blood pressure will be stable." She said and the older man smirked, face not in any way convinced. "That or we'll all catch hell," he replied and they both grinned, and instinctively, Aaliyah's gaze returned to the crowd only for her eyes to narrow at where Beau decided to stop...because he obviously wanted to die. He wanted to be killed and dragged to hell, and he wanted to take that bug-eyed bitch with him because Aaliyah wanted to see him burn. "You alright, pumpkin?" Her father's voice broke her out of her wanting-to-kill head-space and Leah could see her father trying to follow her gaze, so she stepped around him to block the path. The last thing Beau needed - or even wanted - was her father mopping the floor with his ass because he was a disrespectful sack of shit.

"I was just thinking about that tennis match yesterday. Still upset you beat me, I call rematch," she exclaimed, challenging, and it was a good distraction too because his smirk returned and her father was regaling her with lies on how he had always been more skilled than her, and Aaliyah managed to pull out her phone to see Juliet's message.

To: Jules
Sometimes, i do too

To: Ed
Don't tell me ur hiding from me now?