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Luca Griffiths

"Does the pain weigh out the pride?"

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a character in “Thin Walls”, as played by partially-stars

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      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ NAMEโ‹ฎ XX LUCA DAVID GRIFFITHS
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ ALIASโ‹ฎ XX N/A
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ AGEโ‹ฎ XX TWENTY ONE
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ ETHNICITYโ‹ฎ XX MIXED: MEXICAN/SPANISH/AMERICAN
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ GENDERโ‹ฎ XX MALE
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ SEXUALITYโ‹ฎ XX BISEXUAL ; BIROMANTIC


      ๏น™ โ™” ๏นš


      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ EYE COLORโ‹ฎ XX GREEN=GREY
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ HAIR COLORโ‹ฎ XX DARK BROWN
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ HEIGHTโ‹ฎ XX 6'2"
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ WEIGHTโ‹ฎ XX 170


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๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ๏ผณ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน โœ

Luca was once told that he couldn't maintain a modelling career and continue to attend school full time. He did it, just to prove them wrong. When he was then told that getting a degree and keeping up his modelling career would also be next to impossible, he decided to do it out of spite. That's not to say that it's vicious, or that he likes proving them wrong. To him, it's always been about achieving the "impossible". But not the actual impossible, just what people tell him he can't do. He likes exploring his limits, and to him, being told that he can't do something is an opportunity to explore that limit. And if he fails, well, then he's learned something, hasn't he?

This determination has kept him oddly grounded. He attended a normal high school, and his teachers didn't particularly care what magazine he was in. He can be partying with rockstars one day, and then have to write an essay on "the portrayal of women and their actions in Shakespeare's tragedies in comparison with his comedies" the next. The novelty of attending class with a model has worn off for most people, so he's just a normal college kid.

Not that Luca was ever particularly highly strung. He was too overwhelmed when he first started modelling to let it go to his head, and then it was just another part of his life. He's got a reputation for being one of the most chilled guys on campus. His essays are always on time, but he's never heard talking about pulling an all-nighter or anything similar. He gets decent grades, but he parties hard. Perhaps this is due to the fact that he's taking the minimal amount of classes that he needs to graduate on time. Or perhaps it's just because he's never been afraid of hard work.

College isn't the only part of Luca's life, however. Every single week, he seems to have some event that he needs to attend. Some are formal. Some are the wild parties that he seems to love. And as much as he fits into college, he fits into the party scene just as well. Nothing scares him- alcohol, drugs, sex, they're all just part of his life. He knows exactly how to function with them- how to avoid hangovers, what drugs to stay away from, and how to avoid awkwardness the morning after.

Luca, however, is easily influenced. His first drink was a dare. His first hit was when he was told "do this, it's amazing". His first one-night stand was not his idea- but he doesn't regret it. It's this trait that led him to his obsessive eating habits. An older guy, someone that Luca looked up to, gave him guidelines on what he should and shouldn't eat. Or, at least, that's the way Luca took it. In reality, it was food that was good to keep him fuelled for both college and work, and food that was probably only good for indulgences. Luca became vegetarian, and started eating "clean". However, it's gone beyond eating well most of the time, and allowing the occasional treat. There are no treats in Luca's diet. If he has even one "cheat" day, it will trouble him for weeks after, and he'll work out more to compensate. And because he's still eating healthy amounts and he still comes across as healthy, very few people have noticed, and even fewer see it as a concern.

His obsessive tendencies don't just extend to food. He's had to keep his life so rigidly managed to allow himself to do everything he has, that if his schedule is changed, or his routine is disrupted, it can seriously upset him. Not that he'd let it show. His image is also incredibly important to him- he feels like he always needs to come across as the chilled, easygoing guy. He bottles it up, and refuses to talk about it. His drinking habits have become unhealthy as a result. He's sober most of the time- but when he drinks, he binge drinks. He's cut drugs out of his life entirely as well, paranoid that they were going to cost him his career.

One of the worst part about these habits is that he's often praised for them. He's told that his willpower when it comes to avoiding "bad" food is admirable. He's told that his health is fantastic. His physique has gotten him more jobs that pay well. He's at the peak of his physical health and career- which only makes him feel worse about his mental health. It's a vicious circle, and one he doesn't know if he can escape from. The worst part is that he's aware of it, but thinks that it's just due to him being weak.


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xx โ˜†๏น—๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
A party boy at heart, Luca's rather fond of alcohol and the way it makes him feel. He enjoys parties in general. However, he also loves both literature and poetry, both classic and modern- which is unsurprising, considering that he's an English major. He's rather partial to smoothies as well, especially after he goes running. He enjoys keeping fit in general. He enjoys modelling as it allows him to see the world and meet new people. Unsurprisingly, he loves healthy food. As much as he loves wild parties, he's also a fan of chilled nights with friends where you just sit around and put the world to rights. He enjoys doing what other people said he couldn't, just to explore his own limits.


xx โ˜…๏น—๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
Luca detests people remarking on his eating habits, both positively and negatively. Unhealthy food makes him feel physically sick at the thought of eating it. He hates feeling weak and will do anything to avoid feeling that way, even if it means suppressing his own thoughts and feelings. He dislikes snobs and other people who think that they're better than anyone else. He's not the biggest fan of snakes or reptiles in general. He isn't overly fond of rap or hip-hop. He tries to avoid losing control as much as possible. The thought of losing everything he has is terrifying to him.
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โ˜† plays with his hair when he gets nervous โ˜† likes picking the music for social situations โ˜† bounces his fingers off of any nearby surface when he's thinking โ˜† always has cash on him โ˜† always barefoot around the house โ˜†

โœ๏ผด๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผด๏ผณ | ๏ผณ๏ผด๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผง๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผณ

`โ—‡ CALM ; Luca is slow to anger, and always keeps a level head. This ensures he stays rational.
`โ—‡ PHYSICALLY FIT ; Due to his strict diet and regular workouts, Luca is in the peak of his physical fitness.
`โ—‡ HARDWORKING ; His parents were never afraid of hard work, and they thankfully passed that work ethic on to Luca.
`โ—‡ DETERMINED ; When Luca wants something, you can be guaranteed he'll get it.


โœ๏ผฆ๏ผฌ๏ผก๏ผท๏ผณ | ๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผฅ๏ผณ๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผณ

`โ—‡ EASILY INFLUENCED ; It doesn't take much peer pressure to get Luca to do something.
`โ—‡ OBSESSIVE ; Everything has to be just right for Luca, and when it's not, then it genuinely troubles him.
`โ—‡ PROUD ; Luca genuinely abhors feeling or coming across as weak, and will do anything to avoid it.
`โ—‡ STUBBORN ; His determination is both a good and a bad thing- but when it comes to admitting he has a problem, it's certainly bad.


โœ ๏ผฆ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผณ
`โ—‡ BREAKING ; Sometimes, Luca feels like he's made of glass, and he's terrified that he's going to shatter beyond repair at some point.
`โ—‡ LOSING IT ALL ; He's worked so hard to make it here, he's terrified that he'll do something to lose it all.
`โ—‡ BEING BURIED ALIVE/CLAUSTROPHOBIA ; The thought of being buried alive is just immensely terrifiying to him.


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Luca's origin story is a rather unremarkable one. It isn't even a rags to riches story. Luca's mother was a partner in a highly successful law firm, and she defended a number of high profile clients. His father owned a number of bakeries, having started out with nothing. Money was never an issue, and Luca never wanted for anything as a child. He was the second and youngest child. His older sister graduated as a doctor- and then went on to marry a man who made the Griffiths look middle class in comparison.

Luca was fourteen when his career began. Somebody his sister knew needed a kid Luca's age for a PR campaign, so his sister volunteered him. For the next two years, he did a number of small scale jobs, but his age limited him somewhat. It was when puberty really kicked in, at 16, that he was professionally scouted and signed with an agency. Again, he started small- but as time went on, the companies he worked for and the size of the campaigns he did grew.

All through this time, he was still attending school full time. His parents sat him down shortly after his seventeenth birthday and told him that he'd have to choose. He refused, and chose to do both. In hindsight, it may not have been the best idea, but he did it anyway. On the day of his graduation ceremony, he also travelled to New York for a Burberry shoot.

When choosing his college, he had a lot of things to factor in. His ambition made sure that he would never be happy to just settle for a community college, but he also didn't want anywhere that would put too much pressure on him. So he chose to go to university in Seattle.

It was in his freshman year that things started to go wrong. Now that he was away from home, he started partying a lot more, and became much more involved in the modelling scene. He became good friends with an older model, who gave Luca a few pointers on diet and workouts and the likes. At first, Luca took this advice as it was meant to be taken, and his health and fitness flourished. However, it quickly developed into an obsession. Cheat days became non-existent for Luca. It took a while for it to start affecting his mental health- but when it did, it hit hard. He became obsessive over everything, and found it difficult to ever fully relax. But he had to keep up the appearance that he could.

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๏ผ† ๏ผฏ๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ

FACE CLAIM ; SAMUEL LARSEN
HEX CODE ; #660000
PLAYED BY ; iCAT
CREATED BY ; VERIX

So begins...

Luca Griffiths's Story

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Character Portrait: Luca Griffiths Character Portrait: Malcolm Lewis Character Portrait: Genesis Carter Character Portrait: Kadriyan Hassan Character Portrait: Matthias Ford Character Portrait: Parker Hudson Character Portrait: Lillianna Vera del Claire Character Portrait: Macy Vandover Character Portrait: Bittor Cecilio Grimaldo Character Portrait: Rosaline Mcnamara Character Portrait: Elias Masterson Character Portrait: Angelo Mecozzi Character Portrait: Octavia Castor Character Portrait: Holden James Character Portrait: Lloyd Lexington

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            Date: July 4, 2016

            Time: 7:14 P.M. Doors open at 8:00 P.M.

            Occasion: Who doesn't love a good party? Especially the youths of the city. They're still young, they're allowed to have their fun. One might even say it's almost their duty to do so. Y'know, before life takes a hold with sharp talons and soul-sucking grip. They don't have forever to live. They might as well enjoy the time they've got. Genesis Carter, resident of the infamous apartment building on the corner of Pike's Place and Turnstone, seems to embrace this philosophy. At least, that's what one can assume given the massive rager she's arranged to have held for the fourth of July. What better opportunity to throw a great party? She's pulled out all the stops. Arranged entertainment for the event is local singer Malcolm Lewis, another resident of the apartment building. Plenty of people are invited to attend, and everyone in Seattle knows that when word gets out, more people than the ones initially invited manage to find their way into the party. But who cares, right? Everyone's just out to have a good time. Of course, all the residents of the host's apartment building are invited to attend, so shall we see what the night holds for them?

            Location: The old warehouse down in the Station District. It's been a pretty popular location for parties recently.
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Character Portrait: Luca Griffiths Character Portrait: Malcolm Lewis

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xx"does the pain weigh out the pride?
xxand you look for a place to hide.
xxdid someone break your heart inside?
xxyou're in ruins."

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Luca knew that he probably should have been helping to set up or something. That had been his original intention- but work had other ideas. He'd been on a day long shoot for some fancy, high-fashion magazine. He was sure that he still had glitter on his face, despite washing it two or three times. Galaxy themes were apparently going to be in for autumn/winter, so he and the other models had been made up to look like galaxies. He'd been seriously tempted to rock up to the party like that, but the thought of using public transport with gold eyebrows had made him reconsider.

He'd stopped briefly at the apartment to grab a smoothie and a whole food snack bar. He knew that there was probably leftovers in the fridge, but he couldn't handle the thought of eating any more food that he hadn't prepared himself. He'd changed into something a little more party-appropriate, before leaving the house again.

As he walked, he pulled out his phone and texted Mal.

To: Mal
On my way now- you guys need any help with finishing touches? also, do I get VIP or do I have to queue like all the ordinary folk?


Honestly, all he really wanted to do was stay at home, watch some movies, and maybe have a few drinks. He wasn't particularly in the mood for partying. But, then again, the party would offer him an opportunity to get drunk, and he wasn't going to turn that down. He'd been on edge all day- anxious about the party, anxious about the food at the shoot, anxious about far too many things. Getting drunk and forgetting all of that was looking more and more appealing as time went on. He wasn't going to admit it, but he was hoping that he would manage to get in a little earlier, just so he could have a drink or two in him before having to deal with the inevitable crowds. He was looking forward to Mal's set, sure, but it was the thought of having to deal with everything that came with it. It wasn't like him- usually, he loved to party, loved to let loose. He knew that the only reason he was worried about the party was probably the residual anxiety of the past few days, that he'd be fine. Or, at least, that was what he was going to keep telling himself, in the hope that he would actually believe it at some point.

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Character Portrait: Luca Griffiths Character Portrait: Malcolm Lewis Character Portrait: Genesis Carter

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Malcolm "Mal" Lewis / location: Station District warehouse / mood: nervous but happy / outfit
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"And when the lights start flashing like a photobooth- Bonjour? Maman, comment vas-tu ? je suis sur le point de jouer un concert , puis-je vous appeler plus tard? Je vous remercie. je t'aime. je te parlerai plus tard."

Mal has never been this nervous for a gig

Maybe it's because all of his apartment neighbors would be here. Maybe it was his mother's phone call, wishing him good luck. Maybe even the party atmosphere is heightening his nervousness. Either way, his hands are shaking and he's not really sure how to calm down. He tries taking deep breaths, but his hands won't stop shaking, and his leg is jiggling frantically, tapping strange beats into the floor of his car. He's so nervous that his phone vibrating causes him to jump. It's from Luca, his roommate. Oh yeah, he's probably the reason Mal's so nervous.

To: Luca
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I don't think Gen needs any help, but I could use the company. Meet me when you get here.

Mal has already picked out his songs, changed into his outfit for the show, and made dinner for Luca and himself, leaving the leftovers in the fridge. He has a big feeling that the leftovers will be untouched when he finally gets home tonight, and that spikes his anxiety even more. Luca is his best friend, and Mal may have feelings for him, but he worries the fuck out of Mal. Mal didn't understand anxiety until he started playing gigs, and he never started feeling real, harsh anxiety until he started living with Luca. It could be Luca's heavy anxiety brushing off on him, or his general feelings for the other boy. He works so hard to get Luca to eat and be healthy without being pushed out of Luca's life, which is a complicated task. It usually involves making extremely healthy dinners for them, making meals for Luca to take when he's so busy with work, and discreetly asking about Luca's eating in their normal conversation. Just thinking about it makes Mal wonder if Luca will eat anything before he comes to the party tonight.

Mal finally gets the courage to get out of his car and meet Genesis inside, especially when she texts him. She was probably already there, and trying to get her mind off of the night as well. Mal is eager to practice and forget that this will be the first time some of the people in the building will hear him sing; well, other than his debuts in the shower or his practice time in the apartment. Mal usually keeps the door open, and his voice rings through the floor, and sometimes even the building if he's loud enough. He walks through the door, finding Genesis with a tall glass of champagne, and he finds himself smiling. "Salut, mon ami. Have another glass?" He twists the hat on his head backwards, meddling with the rings on his finger afterwards.

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He had more or less reached the warehouse when Mal's reply came. Luca read it and grinned. Sometimes, he was unable to believe how Mal was able to put up with him in the way he did. Cooking them dinner according to Luca's habits, checking up on Luca in a way that made Luca feel cared for as opposed to anxious. Then again, maybe the only reason he didn't get mad or completely shut down was because it was Mal asking. Sure, it was complicated. But, complicated feelings aside, Mal was his best friend. The singer was one of the few people that completely got Mal and all of his flaws, and didn't treat him any differently for it. And perhaps the fact that their relationship was seldom awkward only helped that.

As he turned the corner, his phone started ringing. He checked it, about to ignore the call, but groaned when he saw it was his agent. This was one call he couldn't really hang up on. He answered it, doing his best to hide his annoyance. He was surprisingly successful- well, either that, or the agent was too frazzled to care.

As he talked, pacing outside the warehouse, someone walked past. Blonde hair, not that familiar. Not worth paying any attention to. Not with the conversation at hand.

"Frank- Frank, I have to go, I'm supposed to be somewhere now. Just- I'll email my schedule to you in the morning, okay? And you can re-arrange it or do whatever you have to do to fit it in. Okay. Okay. Thanks," he said, hanging up. The phone call had only made him feel worse. Someone had called to rearrange a shoot and move it to a day when he was busy enough as it was, which was completely disrupted everything. And, of course, everything was important.

He turned his phone on silent and strode up to the side door. It was half-open, so he pushed it open. His eyes first found Mal, and he grinned. It was only as he stepped into the warehouse itself that he spotted Genesis and the blonde from before- Lloyd, was it? He definitely lived in the apartment building, Luca just wasn't sure where.

"Hey guys. Sorry, agent called with important business, otherwise I would have been here ten minutes ago," he admitted. "Ooh, champagne? Don't mind if I do," he said as he reached Mal, pouring himself a tall glass and taking a sip. Champagne used to have a much more potent effect on him- but after having it at so many events and shoots and god knows what else, it may as well have been water. That was why he always preferred the stronger stuff.

"So, superstar," Luca said, turning to Mal. "How're the nerves?"


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Mal takes the glass from her hands, sipping on it carefully. The taste of good champagne is always to be savored, but his nervous mind begs him to chug the hard liquor at the table. When Genesis asks if he's nervous, he can't help but laugh. What makes you think that? Mal jokes, trying to restrain himself from downing the rest of this champagne and pouring another glass. If he was going to get drunk tonight, it would have to be later; he couldn't risk his performance.

Genesis' words are calming, but right now, he's really regretting getting here early. "I shouldn't be nervous, but I'm always nervous before a show, no matter who it is." Before Genesis and Mal can delve further into his nervousness, someone else arrives. Mal's heart beat quickens, hoping it'll be Luca to his rescue. Mal lingers longer in the front of the venue, looking to see who enters. But it's not Luca, not even close. Lloyd Lexington, another resident of Pike's Place, walks through the door, and Mal clams up. If he was nervous before, he's downright anxious now. Mal and Lloyd have never been on good terms, and it's not because of Mal. Lloyd seems to think of Mal as some sort of fool, and is always trying to knock him down a few inches. Mal has never been the one to degrade another, so he never gives Lloyd the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of Mal. But right now, the nervousness breaks through and he can't stand to be in the same room for another minute. If Lloyd made a single comment about his singing tonight, or anything related to his career, Mal wouldn't hesitate in reacting. Badly.

Before Mal can run and hide backstage, Luca pops in, and the grin he receives from the model relaxes him immediately. It's probably unhealthy how easily Luca can change his mood, but there are a lot of unhealthy things in their lives right now, and this one just happened to feel good. Luca explains why he's later than expected, but Mal doesn't really care. Just having his roommate in person is satisfactory.

Then Luca acknowledges him personally, and Mal can't help but blush when he's called a superstar. He downs the glass of champagne and pours another for himself. "Just about to warm up, care to join?" Mal offers Luca, ignoring his question about the nerves. Mal grabs Luca's hand and leads him backstage, relishing the sound of their footsteps reverberating and the sight of keyboards and microphones. He sits down and starts playing the opening song, forgetting where he is, losing himself in the music. Music is his safe space, his happy place. Music is his obsession, and he wouldn't be who he is without it. "Kissing up on fences and up on walls, on the way home, I guess it's all working out..."

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Before Luca could even answer Mal's question about going backstage, Mal had grabbed his hand and was already dragging him backstage. Luca didn't resist. Mal's singing relaxed him just as much as alcohol did, but with the additional benefit of getting to be around Mal. He kept sipping at his champagne as he picked his way across cables and the likes, afraid of yanking out something vital and ruining the show for everyone, but especially for Mal.

When Mal sat down, Luca did the same, still with his champagne glass in hand. As soon as Mal opened his mouth and started to sing, Luca felt all the anxiety and the tension drain from his body. He'd really fallen on his feet with Mal as a roommate. He was almost always singing- in the shower, practicing in his room, under his breath as he cooked or whatever- and it was a stress relief for Luca. There was something incredibly soothing about it, amplifying Mal's already grounding presence. No matter how bad his day had been, walking into the apartment grounded him. He always had Mal's EP on his phone, and frequently played it at shoots. He joked about promoting his roommate. He needed it to ensure that he wouldn't freak out on set.

It was easy to forget all that awaited them outside. Luca wished his life could be like this all the time- so quiet, so peaceful, so relaxing. With a glass of champagne in his hand and his best friend only ever a few feet from him. He was pretty sure that there was something a little unhealthy about how dependent he was on Mal- but he'd been exposed to things a hell of a lot unhealthier. Not that he'd ever tell Mal that. He needed to keep up the pretence of a glamorous, if stressful, life around Mal. The darker side of Luca's life got pretty damn dark sometimes. Part of him knew that, if Mal made the big time, he'd probably be exposed to it anyway- but he couldn't bring himself to be the one to show Mal the ugly side of fame.

When Mal finished, Luca found himself grinning. "Can I just, like, carry you around everywhere with me? Because you're so good at relieving stress, it's actually a little ridiculous," he said, running his fingers through his hair and sipping out of his champagne glass. "You're gonna kill it tonight, I know it," he added, grinning at his roommate.


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This was not going well. Lloyd stood in the center of the room, watching the environment slowly slip out of his favor. This is precisely why he despised being late.

Everything began to falter as soon as the door opened. He was originally greeted by the smiling figure of a slightly scantily dressed dark-haired woman he could only assume to be Genesis Carter. She greeted him, turned to offer him the variety of alcoholic beverages and a choice of the selection of food. But he wasn't listening. Not anymore. As soon as the door opened, he spotted someone he dreaded to see. Malcom Lewis, the resident dreamer and the local halfwit. It occurred to him he might show, everyone in Genesis' apartment building had been invited, Malcom included. She probably had invited him over for his musical 'talents'.

"Great, only seconds in, and we're already promising a headache." He thought.

Even as he tried to ignore the unwelcome intrusion, another figure emerged from the now-open door behind him. Luca. Luca walked straight up to Malcom, and before anyone knew it, Malcom was dragging the newest arrival away towards the backstage entrance. Something was very clearly going on between them, the only question remained as to what, but for now it didn't concern him. Now it was back to being an empty room with nothing more than him and Genesis, who was fluttering about, adding slight last-minute adjustments to everything.

Regaining his composure, he walked over towards the alcohol table, grabbing a short glass. He quickly scanned through the drink selection, his eyes landing on a particular drink in the back. "Bell's Premium Blended Scotch?"

While the drink wasn't the most expensive, it certainly was high class, and it was a surprise she had brought one to the party. He quickly pulled the drink from it's place and poured it into his glass. He wasted little time with ice before lightly taking a sip. It was indeed real. The onset of this information left him honestly surprised and as he turned towards his hostess, only to stop dead in his tracks.

Two new arrivals had just moseyed in, shouting their greetings to the generous hostess. He recognized them both. They lived in his apartment building, and had seen them come and go, but as he was one of the newer additions to the building, he hadn't yet found the time, nor the need to go and meet with them. But, then once again, someone new walked into the fray. Another woman walked into the warehouse, giving an excited greeting to the increasingly excited Genesis. And, with a quick glance at his watch and a quicker glance at the wide open doors, new arrivals would be walking nearly every second until dawn.

Lloyd sighed, looked down at his drink, and tipped it back.

It took a moment for the burning sensation that was scotch to coarse through his system, but once the fire-water had passed, he poured himself another drink, forced another smile to his lips, and walked into the crowd, faking as much jubilance as he could.

"Yes, happy Fourth of July!"
He turned looking excitedly from one face to the next, "Parker and Matthias, right?" He stopped at the newest arrival, "And I don't believe we've met before."

"And finally, our gracious host!" He turned towards Genesis. "Genesis was it?"

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Genesis finished all the finishing touches. Everything was perfect and she did not think she could do any better. Once Mal was done warming up, they would all have entertainment. Of course she also had back up for whenever he was grew tired of being the only musician playing. It was just a Spotify mix, nothing special. The reason why Malcolm was the only paid entertainment was because she did not want him battling with some other musician. The whole point of this was to make sure everyone else knew how good he was. This was getting his name out. By the end of the night, everyone will be dying to show up to one of his gigs.

Genesis will have to remind him not to forget about her once he becomes big and famous. Another glass of champagne and the brunette was finally starting to feel warm. Eventually she will move to something stronger. Sipping it, she walked around watching more people waltzed through the doors. Luca had arrived and went straight for the alcohol and then with Mal backstage. No doubt he was here to make sure that Mal did not get so nervous and run away. Gen had no problems with Luca. They were not the best of friends but they were friendly due to their mutual friend. "Hey, babe!โ€ Genesis turned around and returned the hug given to her by one of her close friends Parker who was followed by her other close friend Matthias. She had received messages from them earlier letting her know they were on their way. She was glad for the reassurance. Gen would not let them hear the end of it if they hadnโ€™t shown up. They had a habit of forgetting which is why she texted them reminders about it. โ€Thanks. Do you know how hard it was to find food that tasted almost half as good as yours Matty?โ€ She teased. It did take a lot of work though. He was amazing at cooking so she could not just pick anything.

"Hey guys, Happy 4th of July!" The voice came from Kadri. Another one of Genesisโ€™ friends. She is super sweet and like Gen, likes to drink. Another compliment was made her way about the party and the brunette giggled a tad in response. โ€I donโ€™t think I could do this all the time. This was stressful enough.โ€ She responded, with a smile still on her face. She took another sip from her drink when Lloyd approached the small group that was forming. "And finally, our gracious host!" It was official. She was done taking compliments from everyone. It was not that big of a deal. If they knew who she was connected to then they would not be so surprised by how well this turned out. โ€Yeah. And you pointed out Parker and Matthias. And that pretty girl right there is Kadri.โ€ Gen said with a smile. โ€You all better eat all the food and drink all of the alcohol.โ€ She warned them all. Then she remembered that Genesis needed to make sure that Mal would perform. She quickly pulled out her phone.
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Not to rush your warm up, love. But there is a crowd waiting to hear your voice. Break a leg!

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Mal doesn't realize it, but his anxious demeanor immediately falls when he practices with Luca in the room. Having the boy's presence is simply a relaxer for him. He seems to have the same effect on his roommate, because Mal notices out of the corner of his eye that Luca relaxes too. The fact that they can affect each other so easily is most likely unhealthy, but it hasn't bothered either of them. But Mal knows that Luca keeps a part of himself locked away from Mal, and he has to pretend like it doesn't bother him. Even though Mal gives everything of himself, he can't expect anyone to do the same. Still, he wants Luca to confide and trust in him.

Once Mal finishes his set, Luca comments how much of a stress reliever Mal is, and assures him he'll "kill it" tonight with the set. Mal blushes, running a hand through his own hair. He sees his phone light up with a text, and realizes it's Matthias. The two are good friends, cooking buddies mainly, but they never text much. They enjoy each other's company most of all. But the text sends him into nervousness once more. Now Mal knew there would be one person that's never seen him live. "Oh mon dieu, oh mon dieuโ€ฆ" Mal repeats the worrisome exclamation under his breath, nervously shifting through his music to find something to settle him. Then he looks up, and is settled. Just by a quick glance at Luca. I really need to figure out what's going on here, Mal thinks to himself.
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so psyched! i'll be lookin for ya onstage.

"As long as you're here, I have nothing to worry about." Mal replies to Luca, finding one of his the songs he was planning to play in French, the one he wrote on the edge of bustling Paris nightlife. This one required a guitar, and he plucks one from the set of instruments backstage. Before he can start, however, his phone buzzes, another text from Genesis. Is he ready? "Am I ready?" He accidentally whispers to himself, looking to Luca with bulging eyes.

Well, now or never.

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It wasn't hard to tell that Mal's rapid French muttering was distressed. Luca could understand his friend pretty well- he'd done some basic French in school, and he'd picked up on a few bits and pieces while living with Mal. However, he didn't even need the translation to see that Mal was upset. But, before he could say or do anything, Mal glances up at him, and seemed to relax. Luca drains his glass as Mal sends the text and shrugs at his comment.

"I'll stick around then. I'll just try not to get in anyone's way," he said, shrugging a little and grinning. He wasn't going to admit it, but he was glad to not have to go back into the crowd. Sticking side stage, where he wouldn't have to deal with anywhere near the same amount of people, seemed much more appealing. He'd be fine once Mal was done, once he wasn't entirely alone out in the crowd.

The second text seemed to only freak out Mal more, and a glance at Luca did nothing to calm it. Luca went over to him, putting his hands on the other boy's shoulders, looking straight into his eyes. "Mal. Listen to me. You've got this, okay? I'll be side stage all the time. If you're half as good as you are in the shower, then you'll blow them away. You're a fantastic musician. Everybody's going to love you, you hear me? Any time I've played White House on a shoot or anything like that, literally everyone has asked about it." Half of the people he'd been working with earlier were planning on coming, but Luca decided not to mention that. "And if you faint or freak out, I'm gonna have to come on and try and entertain, and I don't think anybody wants that," he added, grinning. "So, you go out there, you blow them all away, and you make sure that they keep coming back." He wasn't usually one for giving pep talks, but he wanted to make sure that Mal gave the best show he could. Luca wanted tonight to be a success so badly. He wanted Mal's name to get even bigger than it was. Complicated feelings aside, he just wanted his best friend to fulfill his dreams.


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ImageRosaline 's room was a tornado of clothing and chaos as she quickly tried to throw together one of her many messy, multicolored ensables. A pair of tights, a nice skirt and some bright orange platforms later and she was dressed for the night. Unfortunately for her she had fallen asleep and naps always mean losing half a day when it comes to her.
She did her makeup quickly, minimally and efficiently and topped off her red head with a pretty flower crown because why not?The more colorful, the more loud, the better. She knew that her roommate, Lloyd had probably already left for the party because he was a meanie that never thought to include her. That was fine though, he knew he'd hear about it later.
Rosaline chuckled as she sent a quick text to him:

"I hope you know how much of a butthole you are for not waking me XP"

She ran out as fast as she could out the door and to the elevator that would take her all the way down to the first floor and onto the street where her bug was waiting for her. She hopped in and drove the short distance to the warehouse where the party would be held and she smiled at the old building. Old things were her favorite.
As she climbed out of the vehicle she stretched her hands and popped her knuckles. Playing the piano as often as she did is pretty hard on the joints and she's had her fair share of cramps. She walked up to the stairs to the floor the party was on and shook out the last of her cramps, they wouldn't bother her tonight. Rosaline didn't take very many opportunities to socialize with her fellow tennants, as she really valued personal time, but when she did she made sure to live it up. She ran up the stairs as quickly as possible as the mantra "latelatelatelatelatelatelatelate" punctuated every step. She finally reached the door and took a deep breath, making sure to straighten her flower crown, and threw open the door. Immediately her eagle eyes settled on the small group in the center and the many people mulling about, all waiting on Mal to rock the stage. She pulled out her phone before moving as sent him a quick text:
"Good Luck sweetie! You'll do great!<3"

She put her phone in her purse and walked up behind Lloyd and leaned her head over his shoulder, "MMMMMHMMMMM"
She laughed and walked around him and smiled to him and everyone,
"Evening everyone! It's a pretty day for a party huh?"

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Malcolm "Mal" Lewis / location: Station District warehouse / mood: performance mode / outfit
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Mal bites his lip, then stops, realizing he's trying not to kiss Luca right now. The model's words and gestures soothed him like no other. The thought of Luca playing white house at his shoots gives him different jitters, jitters he can't be worrying about right now. He nods at Luca, smiling, and gives him a very meaningful hug before the curtains pulled open and the lights shone in his face.

And though those lights are bright, he can see every face, more faces he'd seen at a gig in a long time. Remembering Luca's presence side stage, and the lovely residents of his apartment complex, he plays the first note, and he's gone.

It happened during every performance. His nervous, his other thinking, anything not pertaining to the keyboard in front of him and the microphone he sang into, it all went out the door. It was almost as if a little singer lived inside him and turned off Mal so he could play human for the performance. Everyone seemed to be enjoying it, but even if they didn't, it didn't matter to Mal. He could play to Luca in their apartment, or a stadium filled with Earth's population, not one opinion mattered to him when he performed. Of course, after the show, a million thoughts of did they like it did they like it did they like it will bounce in his head, but that's for after. For now, he switches flawless from song to song, basking in the applause with a humble smile. From English to French, slow and soft to fast and loud, they all blended into one picture into Mal's musical mind.

His performance finally comes to the last song, and though some people yell for an encore, he's sure it's from one of his friends in the audience and not actual fans, it can't be, he thanks the audience for their time and their ears, and bounces off stage. It doesn't take long for the dreadful anxiety to kick in. And with the pounding adrenaline in his veins, he has to slow down, placing his palms against a backstage table and letting his chest thump air in and out, in and out. So many people just watched him perform, so many strangers that have probably never heard of Malcolm Lewis or white house. Should he have brought CDs? Would people want autographs? Does it seem vain to think that people will want those things from him?

For a second, he almost forgets Luca is there, so caught up in his haphazard breathing and wild thoughts. But then, he turns and looks at the other boy, and smiles with a full set of pearly whites, and says, "so, what'd you think, Lu?"

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When it was time for the show to begin, Luca retreated to side stage, keeping his eyes fixed on Mal. A transformation seemed to occur within Mal, like someone else, someone less shy, someone who relished in the limelight, took control. Luca would have been lying if he denied the pride (among other things) in his heart as he watched his best friend play. He knew that if he still would have enjoyed the show out in the crowd- but here, it felt more intimate, like they were just in the apartment. He was used to hearing Mal sing and play, but it didn't make him appreciate it any less.

The sheer range of emotions, of styles, hell, of languages, in Mal's performance only added to the musician's raw skill, and when it finished, Luca was applauding and cheering as loud as anyone else, if not louder. He always hoped that things never changed between them- that no matter what else happened between them, they would stay friends over anything else. That no matter the size of the venue, he'd always be there, doing exactly what he always did.

He just laughs to himself as Mal bounds offstage, and follows him backstage, keeping his distance and allowing him to catch his breath. At Mal's grin, Luca just shakes his head and laughs, going over to wrap an arm around his best friend's shoulders.

"That was incredible, Mal. You'll be selling out venues before you know it," he said. "I'll have to fight to get your attention, with all those screaming fans," he teased. Even though he was joking, he still had to admit that it was a thought that genuinely did keep him up at night. Would Mal forget him with all the fame? Would they make a promise to stick together, to stay friends, one that they both would forget about until they met at some event, completely different people? He knew that it was far more likely than the contrary- but he still told himself that it wouldn't happen.

"Come on, I think celebratory drinks are in order," he said, shaking the thoughts from his mind and straightening up. "Champagne or something stronger?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning at Mal. He knew what happened when they both got drunk- but he also didn't care.


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Mal rolls his eyes at Luca's comment. "You're not some two-bit model, Lu. How could anyone forget you?" Mal smiles, wrapping his arm around Luca's shoulder. He immediately regrets those words, they're too imitate, too meaningful. He definitely needs a drink. "Let's see if you can beat me in a shot contest, because I beat your ass last time, Griffiths." Mal replies to Luca's question about drinks. Once they open the door, a flood of people are there, wanting to talk to Mal. He maneuvers through the crowd as politely as possible, thanking everyone for their kind comments and taking pictures when asked.

Mal loved being in the crowd, especially with people who love his music. Even though he'd rather be three shots deep at this point, he can't deny being around people who want to talk to him, who want to hear about his process or what his favorite song is or even just how much they like his music. But when Mal finally makes it over to the alcohol table with Luca, and asks the bartender for five shot glasses of vodka. Before he even realizes it, Mal is drunk.

After Luca creams him in the shot contest, with Mal almost gagging on the fourth and fifth one, Mal grabbed a mixed drink and pulled Luca out onto the dancefloor. At some point, a producer came up to him, a Barsuk Records man. He was a younger one, maybe late-twenties at the oldest, and in Mal's drunken stupor, he accepts a date with him. They would go out for coffee tomorrow, and discuss a record deal with Barsuk. Mal was so happy, he could have kissed the man. The man, Brian he thought, fell into the crowd again, his card burning in Mal's pocket. The night so far is a blur for Mal, filled with lots of drinking and dancing, both he loves dearly.

Mal is practically swaying at this point. He leans close into Luca, grinning drunkenly. "Great party, huh, Lu? I'm having a great time." Mal giggles, his breath hot and sickly sweet in Luca's ear. The party has changed from a concert-like atmosphere to a total free-for-all, and Mal can commend Genesis for such a great party. Mal could never plan something this big and this awesome, he'd have to thank her when he sees her.

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xx"does the pain weigh out the pride?
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Mal's reply left Luca a little stunned. They were both much too sober for that kind of talk. At the comment about their last shot competition, Luca's face lit up in a grin. "May I remind you that I was already drunk at that point anyway?" He teased, following Mal out into the crowd. There was a few pangs of anxiety as he made his way through the crowd, keeping his head down. A few people recognised him, called his name, and he looked up and said his hellos, but mostly following Mal to the drinks table.

It was only here that his anxiety began to fade. The vodka helped, that, was for sure. He knocked back the five shots with ease, glad that he'd actually eaten before coming out. Mal struggled with the last two, making Luca grin. He grabbed his own drink and accompanied Mal out to the dance floor.

It took him a while to feel the full effects of the alcohol. It warmed him from the inside, erased the constant anxiety that sat in the pit of his stomach, and helped him to properly relax. This was why he loved to party- he could actually forget everything that was troubling him in his own life, and just feel good for a few hours. The fact that he was with Mal only amplified that.

Even when a stranger came up to Mal to discuss a meeting or something, Luca just sipped at his drink for the entirety of the conversation. There was no discomfort, no awkwardness. He was just a friend, half-dancing as he continued to drink.

Mal definitely appeared to be feeling the alcohol a lot more than Luca- he was practically swaying, while Luca was a few drinks away from that point. But Luca just laughed to himself, even as Mal leaned against him. It felt good to be here, with everyone else from the apartment block, and to be able to just party and celebrate with his friends. And with Mal, of course. He didn't necessarily understand what the two of them had going on, but he didn't care either. He just knew that he loved Mal as a friend, and that he was extremely glad to have him in his life. All the other feelings just added to that.

"I can tell," Luca replied to Mal, laughing a little. "You're such a lightweight, Mal," he added teasingly, ruffling Mal's hair idly. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you," he said.


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ImageKadri watched as Genesis and Parker, hand in hand made there was across the floor and over to the corner where Matthias stood for the length of Mal's performance taking in what everyone expected to be an absolutely breathtaking display. Kadri was more enthralled by Mal than she even imagined she would be, and was surely not disappointed. She made note to speak to him about buying a CD to keep in her apartment to prance around to on her days off and lazy Saturday mornings. He was talented, and that was without a doubt.

Redirecting herself from the stage and to the dance floor he she noticed before her now stood only Rose who she wasn't very familiar with but would be happy to drink with if the offer enticed her. However greeted by the thumping bass line of One Dance by Drake blaring throughout the warehouse and the look on Rose's face the springy haired brunette could tell her request had been lost in the cacophony of sounds around them so she smiled politely at the girl and gestured to the bar before mumbling a quick adieu and finally headed on her merry way to get up to no good all by her lonesome. With giddy anticipation Kadriyan too a look at the selection whilst raising her eyebrow, instantly accepting the challenge of the wide spread. Kadri reached for the clear plastic cup at the end of the table and filled it with a bit of ice, just enough to cover the bottom. She hated nothing more than watered down alcohol, but in this heat pouring a drink without ice wasn't an enticing option.

Scanning the table like a spy would scan the crowd for his target Kadri set her sights on the Russian Standard vodka lined up next to other more notable but less potent brands, next she spoted the Kahlua and lastly garnered the Irish cream. Kadriyan poured 2 ounces the vodka and Kahlua first, watching as the ice rose to the top and topped it off with an ounce of irish cream over the ice for a touch of sweetness. This was one of her favorite drinks as it reminded her of her youth in NYC. As a preteen she could remember watching as the Starbucks franchise took over every block in Manhattan like a wildfire. At first she would roll her eyes jadely and scoff at the place, because that's what seasoned New Yorkers did. It was practically sin to pledge allegiance to a artisan cup of coffee over the brew made in your local bodega or the grungy cart on the corner. That was until curiosity killed the cat so to speak but one sip of the 5 dollar house blend and satisfaction brought her right on back. Nothing made her happier than visiting the hipster haven to get her over priced coffee fix, and now as an adult Kadri has upgraded to something similar but a whole lot stronger and that was her signature drink The White Russian made up of her favorite liquor, Kahlua, a coffee flavored spirit with vodka and a touch of irish cream to satisfy her sweettooth. With her drink in hand she proudly took a sip and scanned the room for any sign of Malcom.

Swaying her hips to the song and humming lightly in between sips Kadri scanned the place a couple times over before finally finding the virtuoso. It was needless to say the place was absolutely packed and practically jumping from all the good vibes and drunken dancers jiving around. Kadri waved him down as she made her way through the crowd, she wasn't really sure if he'd seen her or not being that his gaze and movements were notably all over the place which seemed to her like the blissful climax of a buzz about to go south if nursed with anymore liquor. She giggled at his giddiness on the way and when she finally reached him flashed a bright smile and offered him a congratulatory hug and afterwards turned and waved at Luca.

"I'm Kadriyan! Nice to meet you!" She said, giving him a quick appraisal before turning her attention back to Mal. He was a looker that was for sure, and a trendy dresser to boot. He also seemed to be really close to Mal so she logged that as a good sign as well, and resigned to get to know him better before the night came to a close. It was her mission above practically all things to create a friend group in Seattle, she knew it would be key to her survival and happiness if she was going to be so far away from home.

"You were amazing up there, I am so in love with your sound! I am going to need a copy of your album to play in the dressing room for the girls at the club, they're going to love it!" Kadri said as she patted his arm in a playful way and spoke each syllable with a extra ounce of earnestness. She knew that he probably had heard it all a thousand times before but when it came to artists and their craft she took it really personally to encourage them all she could because she knew that could make the ultimate difference between breaking the mold and shrinking away in a cookie cutter image society has of you like she did for most of her life.

"Oh, and I got you something. I hope you don't mind... it's kind of lame and I meant to give it to you before you got up there and did your thing, but still, I hope you like it. Kadri rambled as she removed the tiny silver bag from her purse and presented it too him, nervously awaiting his appraisal of it.

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Mal giggles at Luca's comment towards his tolerance of alcohol. "Hey, less alcohol means more money in my pocket for rent, Mr. Model." Mal teases, all too aware in the back of his mind how ridiculous he's acting. THe front of his mind is too clouded by alcohol. Luca comments that he doesn't know what to do with Mal, the singer adopts a seductive smirk on his face. "I have a few ideas." Mal whispers in Luca's ear, winking at him. Before he can further these antics, one of his neighbors walks up to him and Luca, Kadriyan Hassan. Mal brought flowers to her when she moved in.

Kadri opened her arms for a hug, which Mal accepts happily, glowing not only because of the alcohol, but her unabashed praise towards his music. She introduces herself to Luca, taking a nice sweep of his appearance, and then continuing to ramble on about Mal, only making him even more happy to be in her presence. "Kadri you are literally the sweetest person ever! Come by our apartment tomorrow and I will for sure give you a copy." Mal giggles at the girl.

She presents him with a little present, and he gasps, immediately pulling the charm from the bag. Could Kadri be any more sweet? He pulls her into another hug, his arms wrapping tight around her in a very genuine hug. "Oh my god Kadri quit talking, this is the best! I love it so much, I'm definitely- Lu, make sure I put this on my keys, please." Mal takes the charm and stuffs it into the breast pocket of his jacket, just so he doesn't have to keep up with the bag or have it be stolen.

He trashes the bag, and grabs Luca and Kadri by the hands, leading them into the middle of the dance floor. "C'mon you squares, let's have a good time!"

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xx"does the pain weigh out the pride?
xxand you look for a place to hide.
xxdid someone break your heart inside?
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Drunk Mal was nothing new to Luca, much like drunk Luca was nothing new to Mal. There were some nights when they'd get drunk together, just for the hell of it. Sometimes, Luca wondered if there was more to them getting drunk together- but that was something that his sober mind didn't want to dwell on, and something that his drunken mind moved away from naturally. At the seductive smile and the wink, Luca found himself grinning. But before he could reply or even do much more than grin, there was a newcomer.

She was vaguely familiar, although he was pretty sure that they'd never been formally introduced. He was pretty sure that she lived in the same apartment block as him, but she hadn't been there long. "Luca, and likewise," he said, taking a sip out of his nearly-empty drink as he and Mal started to talk. It was unusual that he hadn't met her if she and Mal were friendly- but then again, he had been unusually busy lately. He could have missed a newcomer pretty easily. Something that felt an awful lot like jealousy simmered in the pit of his stomach, but he shrugged it off, keeping his grin on his face for when Mal told him to make sure he put the charm on the keys. The jealousy didn't disappear as Mal grabbed both Luca and Kadri and dragged them to the dancefloor.

He knew that he was being irrational. He didn't know why he was feeling jealous. Mal was his best friend. Hell, they shared an apartment, so it was unlikely that she'd actually be able to steal Mal's friendship away from Luca. Was it fear that Mal would spend time with her that he would have otherwise spent keeping Luca in check, making sure that he ate and that he wasn't getting overly worked up over something ridiculous? Or was it just to do with his drunken, overly emotional self? That was something he needed to dwell on while sober. He knew that his sober self would probably refuse to think about it, but it was better to say that he would than simply forget it altogether.

He drained the rest of his drink and trashed the cup before finally letting loose and allowing himself to dance with Mal and Kadri. Too much of his sober life was spent overthinking and hanging back, he'd be damned if it was to seep into his drunken self as well.


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Date: July 5, 2016

Time: 9:39 A.M.

Occasion: Who doesn't love a good party? The question was asked. And answered. Well, to some extent. No one from the apartment building on the corner of Pike's Place and Turnstone doesn't, that's for sure.

The initial performance by local singer Malcolm Lewis really set the ambiance for the rest of the night, which was pretty spectacular. Host Genesis Carter truly brought her A-game, with a phenomenal food and drink selection, and one of the best DJs in the city. Few frowns were seen throughout the night, as people enjoyed the good vibes within the warehouse, simply dancing and letting loose. But now it's time a second question.

Who actually cares for the day after a party? It sucks in more than one way. For instance, for those who drank much more than they could handle, the morning is accompanied by a pounding migraine. Others may have made some questionable choices whilst under the influence. Some drank responsibly enough, but it's still never fun to wake up after a night of great fun and have to return to a mundane life of normalcy. Just how are the residents of the apartment building getting on?

Location: The apartment building on the corner of Pike's Place and Turnstone as well as affiliated locations.

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Luca was slow to awake. He was more tired than he cared to admit, just like he had been for the past few days. He needed this day or so off to catch his breath and to catch up on sleep. His head was starting to ache, but he felt like that would be cured by a few more hours of sleep.

A few hours it appeared he wasn't going to get, however. By the time he came to the realisation that he hadn't had anywhere near enough sleep, he was too awake to go back. He'd also realised that he was not in his own room, but in Mal's. His hand reached out of it's own accord, but it only found empty bed. He wasn't entirely surprised to find himself waking up in his roommate's bed- it was an all too frequent occurrence after a party. He was seldom the last to wake up, though, and Mal not still being in bed was unusual. He knew that the fact that they had a usual was a sign that things were probably a little more complicated than they cared to admit, but that wasn't something he wanted to think about this early.

As tempting as going back to sleep was, he was too awake and thinking too much to go back to sleep. So, instead, he rolled out of the bed and retrieved his clothes. Dressed only in his jeans, he pushed open the door, running his hand through his hair. "Mal?"

The boy in question, Mal, perked up at the sound of Luca calling for him. Mal instantly blushed at the sight of his roommate in just his jeans, coming from a room that definitely wasn't his roommate's room. Mal subconsciously rubs at the hickey he found on his neck this morning, wondering if he got it at the party or if he and Luca had a little fun before they went to bed. Honestly, he couldn't remember most nights where he woke up in Luca's bed, or Luca woke up in his, this night also being one of those forgotten escapades. Whatever happened after they stopped dancing at the party with Kadri was lost to his unconscious mind.

Mal popped out of the bathroom, already half ready in a white button-up and his favorite shorts. "Good morning sunshine. Sorry, I had to get ready early, didn't want to wake you. I guess I got myself a date last night." Mal finally answers the model's call, returning into the bathroom. He had to carefully style his curls, even though they were about to be mostly covered by a hat, and find his special cologne he kept for dates.

Mal quickly peeks his head out at Luca again. "I made you some breakfast, Lu, it's on the stove. There's also some fruit in the fridge if you want it."

"I'm not hungry," Luca found himself replying. It wasn't a lie, but he also knew that Mal wouldn't necessarily believe him. Or care, for that matter. Luca was never hungry after nights out, even yesterday, when he hadn't even had dinner. But he was already ready for the lecture on why he needed breakfast, even on a down day like today.

Mal sighed, he should have known Luca would say that. The boy needed to eat more, but Mal sitll wasn't sure how to get him to eat without pushing too hard. He'd seen what happened when Luca got pushed too hard. "Well, it's there if you want it. I'm starting to think you don't like my cooking." Mal joked, winking at Luca before grabbing his shoes and the hat he was planning to wear.

"Who's the date with?" Luca asked, leaning against the bathroom door. He could vaguely remember talking to a stranger, but not anything about them. His memory of everything after he finished his drink and started dancing was patchy at best. He could remember bits and pieces, but nothing too significant. He tried to tell himself that he didn't care who it was with, and that it was probably just some music person. But even so, he couldn't suppress the first few pangs of jealousy.

Mal hoped Luca didn't hear his breath catch in his throat. Feelings of doubt, if he should really go on this date if he felt this way about Luca, all start crowding his mind. He pushes them away; though Luca may wake up in his bed, he didn't express any of these romantic feelings sober. Mal was not going to pine for a boy that didn't want him. "Well, I had totally forgotten until he called this morning to remind me. It's a music producer from Barsuk, that music label I really want to be signed to. If i remember correctly, he was really cute."

"So, is it a date? Or a meeting?" Luca asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or are you planning on using it as both?" He teased, grinning at Mal. Part of him felt like these kinds of jokes were wrong, considering where he'd woken up. It was a mess. But he was a mess as well. That was exactly why he wasn't even considering mentioning that he liked him as more than just a friend or... whatever last night had been. Whatever any other night had been. Seeing Mal with anybody else would be hard, but it was a hell of a lot better than expecting him to stick with Luca for the foreseeable future. He deserved better than that.

"I dunno, depends on how it goes. I've had my eye on someone else but I'm not sure if they even know." Mal looks at Luca out of the corner of his eye. Well, if anything, this producer could become everything to Mal. Things were about to change, but he isn't sure if it's for better or worse.

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Kadri squinted as the sun light bled through the curtains hazily and warmed her cinnamon brown skin. With a ferocious yawn and an aerobics worthy stretch she rolled out of bed and made her way over to her closet which was packed to the point of bursting with her adored fashion forward wardrobe and even more thrift shop finds from her hometown of New York that never fit quite right or that she absolute regretted after purchasing.

Shuffling through her closet for a few moments Kadriyan decided on wearing a black leotard with a pair of ripped jeans, chunky black heals, a few witchy accessories and a ball cap over her now unruly curls that she planned to quickly and effortlessly pull into a bun after her morning shower.

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After indulging in a soldering hot shower Kadri relished in the small of lavender and honeysuckle that was wafting from the shower throughout the loft. Smiling to herself she resolved that she would drink less at parties if it meant being this alert the morning after, but she knew that she probably wouldn't keep her resolution. It was practically miraculous that she didn't get hammered last night in the first place. She really had Mal and Luca to thank for keeping her so entertained all night that she barely had much else after sipping on her Kahlua based concoction, or at least not enough to have a real alcohol vet like her suffering from a hangover or a lifetime of embarrassment the next day.

Reminiscing over the night fondly Kadri retrieved her half dead Galaxy S7 from the ash tray that she kept on the end table in the living room, much to her roommate Macy's chagrin. She patted herself on the back as she assessed the ash free tray, it was another little victory but she was always just one stressful work day or encounter away from lighting up her Nat Sherman Black and Gold cigarettes that she couldn't believe she used to spend upward of $25 a pack for. Now anytime she feels like she can't drown the habit of lighting up she sparks up a joint instead, a highly preferred alternative to her, but somehow still not always as satisfying.

Waking the screen, Kadri found she had a text message from Holden James, the EMT from a few floors above her. After a few weeks of living on Pike's Place and Turnstone Kadri quickly surmised that being on the first floor of the complex had it's perks. She'd grown to know a little bit about everybody especially their sleeping habits or lack thereof based on what hours of the night or day they made their way through the main entrance. Kadri had met Holden after a long night of performing at Silhouette, the burlesque Gentlemen's Club and bar she worked at in the outskirts of the city. Coming home at 3am or later if a private party was booked at the club was no strange task to the girl being that she used to work practically twenty-four hour shifts at her old haunts in NYC, but seeing Holden stroll in around 4am kind of jarred her a bit, she was so used to being in her own little world all by herself at that hour, and therefore couldn't help ask what he did for a living that had him so sleep deprived, and practically stumbling into the complex at such an hour. Ever since the two have hit it off pretty decently so far, and make an effort to keep in touch and run in the same circles, and for that Kadri was thankful. Getting to know people here was proving much easier than she ever imagines it would be.

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Holden James
::Sorry for not seeing you at the party! And do you happen to have a remedy for hangovers because my headache is killer. ::

Text to...
Holden James

  1. Not Drinking in the first place
  2. Drinking Less
    ... but seeing as it's a bit late for the first two options I'd also direct to these options:
  3. Drinking More
  4. Weed
    And if you're feeling like handling it more responsibly...
  5. Advil
  6. Coffee
  7. Electrolytes
  8. Water
Additional Text to...
Holden James
P.s. I thought you were supposed to be the medical expert (:P)
Yet another after thought Text to...
Holden James
P.s.s If you want to test any of the more... illicit remedies I can definitely help. and if not I can brew the coffee and provide the advil lol && No worries about the party. Feel better!

After hitting send Kadri sent a quick text to Luca and Mal, thanking them for the fun and memorable night. Along with Mal's text she also decided to finally explain the significance of the crystal she'd gifted him the night before.

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Luca Griffiths and Malcom Lewis
Can't quite remember if I let you in on the secret or not last night, but the crystal I gave you is called opalite and is supposed to have some hocus pocus type magical qualities like relaxation in anxious moments the power to cleanse one's kidneys of toxins (which might be very handy than last night and much cheaper than dialysis I might add lol). It's fine if you don't believe in it, I kind of don't subscribe to it fully myself but I thought it might help you feel more in control and calm when you perform. Considering how you blew the roof off of the place last night I doubt you even get nervous lol but I hope you like it! :).

With a light tap on the send button she threw her phone haphazardly onto the couch without a care seeing as the device was basically life proof and sauntered finally over to her roommates room where she rapped on the door lightly, awaiting the girls annoyed reply about how she was busy studying but a reply never came.

Where the hell is Macy...it's really not often that I am awake before her and definitely not for so long. By now her textbooks would've been strewn across the coffee table and while reruns of Grey's- she wretches physically at the thought of the melodramatic soap before continuing her train of thought-play in the background. AND she never replied to my text message form last night... definitely odd... Again Kadri knocked on the door but more forcefully as she called the girls name.

"Macy, you okay in there? I'm coming in okay?" The girl spoke before twisting the knob and crossing the threshold into Macy's bedroom, which she'd never did before until now. She looked wide eyed at the space, it was completely spotless from floor to ceiling. Literally not a speck, spot or piece of furniture or decor graced any of the walls or floors. Not a trace of Macy Vandover could be found except fora note she found sitting atop the naked bed frame signed in Macy's hand.

Looking around I'm sure you have come to the solid conclusion that I've packed my things and left so I'll keep this brief. Seattle has been too much for me. I thought it was the right thing for me to come back home, but way too much has happened here for me to put up with. I found a nice apartment a couple weeks ago in Portland and a job opportunity in my desired field so that's where heading. Wish me luck, and if you want to contact me involving the move you have my number. Otherwise I'd like to cut off all connections to this place... I already paid my share of the rent for the next two months which should give you enough time to find a new roommate, anyone would want to live here. Sorry to leave you high and dry like this, but I'm sure you'll figure it out.
-Best, Macy Vandover


Kadriyan breathed a long heavy sigh, as if the world itself had been balanced in her shoulders. Shit..

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Somebody else. There was somebody else. Luca was momentarily stunned. Was there any way Mal could be talking about Luca? No. No, that was ridiculous. Mal deserved someone better. Luca swallowed hard. There were a million things he could say, but his mouth wouldn't or couldn't actually get them out. So instead, he changed the subject.

"Where did you say that breakfast was?" He asked. He didn't particularly want to eat, but he needed a distraction. He needed to change the subject, he needed to stop thinking about it, he needed... to breathe. He was halfway across the kitchen before he realised that he needed air. He forced himself to take a deep breath, hoping that he was far enough away that Mal wouldn't notice.

Would Mal seeing someone else help him move on? Or would it just make things worse? Everybody always told Luca that he could get anybody that he wanted to. And he knew that much. He could go up to any stranger in a bar and chances were, he could bring them home. But the one person he really wanted, he couldn't get. Was it because they were friends? Or was it his obsessiveness?

His phone buzzed from his bedroom, and he stood up, heading in to retrieve it. It was from Kadriyan, apparently. He'd obviously saved her number at some point. The message didn't even seem to be for him- the same message had probably been sent to him and Mal. He just closed the message and went back out to the kitchen, sitting his phone on the table. What was he even supposed to reply? The gift hadn't been for him. He decided against mentioning it to Mal, instead scrolling through his phone as he ate. He had a message from his manager, reminding him that he needed Luca's personal schedule to try and work in a job. Luca sent on a screenshot of his phone's calendar. He'd scheduled today off, but he was now starting to regret that. He should be busy. He should be doing anything else other than just sitting around and staring at his phone. He'd go for a run or something, sure. Maybe he'd hang out with Holden or somebody. But it wasn't as good as having class or multiple jobs or...

He forced himself to take another deep breath. He'd be fine.


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Either Luca is completely oblivious of Mal's attraction, which he highly doubts because of the model's intelligence, and their many nights in each other's bed, or Luca doesn't have feelings for him. Unfortunately the latter seems much more likely. Luca doesn't bother to ask who this "someone else" is, rather, changes the subject by asking about the breakfast he'd just rejected earlier. "You'll find it." Mal's voice usually doesn't reach a level of disdain, especially for Luca, but having his attractions being blatantly ignored doesn't exactly make him happy.

Luca mills about, and Mal realizes he can no longer be in this apartment, just staring at Luca so carefree, especially when the boy is usually visibly riddled with anxiety. "I'll be back for dinner." Mal doesn't bother with a goodbye as he places the hat on top of his head and walks out of the apartment, failing to not slam the door behind him.

Whatever. I can't force someone to like me. Plus, I have a date, why am I being pissy?

Mal bumps into a blonde woman with a couple of boxes, moving into Kadri's floor, if he remembers correctly. "Are you moving into this floor? I didn't realize there was a vacancy. I'm Mal, by the way, can I help you with those?" Mal introduces himself to the woman, who eyes him warily for a second before grinning small and gesturing him to grab the top box in her shaking arms.

"Miss Macy Vandover put up an ad online, and I snatched it up. I'm Augusta, but my friends call me 'Gusta. You can call me either." 'Gusta introduces herself, knocking on her new apartment door with a couple of kicks. When the person inside opens the door, she peeks her head over the boxes and smiles. "Good, I was hoping someone would be home when I got here. Augusta Calhoun, new resident of Pike's Place and co-owner of this very apartment."

Mal sets the box he has down in the apartment and apologizes for leaving so quickly before leaving the two inside the apartment and Miss Calhoun to their business. His phone vibrates, and it's the producer.

[ To: Malcolm Lewis. Are we still on? Lasagna for two sounds mighty lonely if it's just for me. ]

Mal replies in the affirmative, that he was running behind because he woke up late, and rushes down to his car. He can't help but think of Luca the whole ride to an Italian joint on the other side of town. Did Luca really not have feelings for him? Were their nights together just because Mal was there? Doubts that had never popped in his head were clouding his head, and causing his eyes to water. He'd never addressed his feelings, and technically, he still hadn't. But his subtle hint seemed to really jolt Luca, and not in a good way. That was what really hurt. If Luca had led him on this whole time, and never meant a thing, well, Mal would finally know what heartbreak really felt like.

"Hello, Malcolm!" The producer meets him outside the joint and they walk in together, the producer's arm slung around Mal's waist. It was pretty forward, but right now, Mal didn't exactly mind. They had a table for two in the back on the restaurant, and a bottle of red was waiting for them.

"Well, if I wasn't sure this is a date before..." Mal jokes, and the producer laughs more politely than genuinely, pulling out Mal's seat for him. The producer, who re-introduces himself as Louis, orders for them and spends the whole date doing nothing but staring at Mal affectionately and asking him all about his life. He even held Mal's hand as he told Mal the plans of his record deal with Barsuk Records.

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Luca wasn't quite sure what he'd done wrong. But he'd clearly done something wrong, and now Mal was angry at him. What, was he supposed to have pretended to have been happy or something? Asked him more about the date? Maybe that's what any other friend would have done, but Luca couldn't. Thinking about it was unpleasant, let alone talking about it. But he'd messed things up. Mal was going on a date, and he was mad at Luca, so any chance Luca may have had had just disappeared in front of his face.

He'd just ruined everything. How could he possibly stay in this apartment if he was going to have to deal with Mal dating somebody else? How could he possibly cope with seeing that every day? He could move somewhere else, sure. But he'd be living so many people behind, and there was no way he'd get a roommate who would be a friend like Mal.

What little appetite he'd had completely disappeared, and he shoved the plate away from him. Of course he'd messed it all up. It had only been a matter of time, after all. He didn't deserve anyone like Mal. Mal deserved better than having to put up with his mess of a roommate for longer than strictly necessary.

It was only when his phone buzzed that he was drawn back to the real world and was reminded that he did, in fact, need to breathe properly. He couldn't remember if he'd been holding his breath or hyperventilating or what. He also didn't particularly care. He picked up his phone, hoping for a text from Mal. But instead, it was a text from his manager.

Job has just come up for this afternoon- major brand, paying well, definitely future opportunities in it for you if you take it. I know it's your day off but this is a huge opportunity. Know it's short notice, but one of their regulars just called in sick. Up for it?

Luca stared at the text. Part of his brain started to panic, insisting that if he worked on one day off, people would expect him to work on other days off, and that working with such a big brand could seriously disrupt his schedule. But on the other hand, his only other plan was going for a run, and he needed a distraction. He texted his manager back to confirm that he would, and asked for the details. Life went on, after all.