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Giovanni De Luca

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a character in “Us Against Them”, as played by Girl2Fine2

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I V A N
J O H N S O N


☽ “Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.” ☾

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✦Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ✦
Ivan Gregory Johnson

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Ivy {Only by baby Kat} || Vin or Vinny {Common; the latter is mostly used by his sister} || Lux or Lux Lyfe {Stage name}

✦Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ & Sᴛᴀʀ Sɪɢɴ✦
Dec 18th & Sagittarius

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16

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100% African American

✧Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ & Mᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs✧
Demi-bisexual & Single

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The Sweetheart

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5'8 & 156 lbs

✦Lᴏᴏᴋs✦
Although this occasionally lovable goofball will say oftentimes not acknowledge his own attractiveness and say that Nurys is the gorgeous sibling, there's a reason that Ivan has gotten some attention over the years, especially since coming to New York. Now better fed and being taken care of properly, he's no longer underweight. He'll never be able to bulk up like so many guys want, but his wiry yet strong build fits his rather petite frame, which he definitely will growl about if you ever called him petite to his face. Whoever his father was contributed to a browner complexion than either his mother or sister, and to the hints of gold in his soft brown eyes. He's known for toting various low cut styles on his natural hair, courtesy of his sister and complete with designs on high-top fades and sponge-twists. Both of his ears are also pierced.

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Outside of St. Jude's, Ivan notably adheres to an urban street-wear wardrobe that, much like his sister, doesn't include the most expensive clothes money can buy. Which is what Ivan is most comfortable with, to begin with. From time to time, Michelle has enabled him to get expensive shoes and his jewelry does tend to wind up being designer simply because she doesn't like him wearing anything fake since that was what he came to New York wearing.He doesn't even try to spruce up his uniform because he doesn't see the point of going to such extreme lengths for something that was made to be strict on their freedom.

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XXXHonest ✦ Optimistic ✧ Goofy ✦ Vivacious ✧ Impulsive
Compassionate ✧ Loyal ✦ Passive ✧ Emotional

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Ivan has a really bad sweet tooth, particularly for baked goods. Much like his sister, he has a rather deep love - though his is definitely deeper - for waffles, but never frozen. No, they have to be home-made. But honestly put anything baked and sweet in his face, and he's ten years old again. Ivan is a really good rapper and he loves writing his own lyrics, or lyrics that he'd share with his sister. He'd fallen in love with the hip hop genre as a child, though since he's of this generation, Ivan does listen to a lot of trap music. Not his favorite because he favors songs with an actual message,but he'll turn up to most anything, to be quite honest. Also, Ivan likes taking photos, not just to post on social media, but to collect because he likes collecting memories. He couldn't do that before and some part of him fears that what he has now - even though it's not perfect - could be taken at any point. He wants to chronicle it all. She gets on his last nerves, but Ivan really does like his sister just as much as he loves her, but only because she's pretty bomb at video games for someone who claims she never has time for childish stuff.

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The one thing Ivan was never really fond of, surprisingly, was candy. A lot of things have artificial flavors in them, but he just couldn't get with the obsession that most children had with it. Not when one could get cookies instead. With that being said, he absolutely hates oatmeal raisin cookies, as trivial as it sounds. He just couldn't stand oats unless they were cooked, like with oatmeal, and he hates raisins in general. While he is used to it and even resigns himself to it, Ivan hates feeling invisible. Everyone's always focused on his sister or just someone else, so they always miss him and what's happening with him. He also hates medication, even though he technically needs it and refuses to take it because he hated the initial reaction his body had to them. A novel thing when considering his generation and how they function, Ivan's not a fan of meaningless sex or random hook-ups. He already isn't inclined to do it much or at all because of a lot of factors, most notably his orientation and just not really feeling it, but he doesn't need to be slobbered down by a complete stranger to gain pleasure. Conversations, listening to music, and writing work just as well, thanks.

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So begins...

Giovanni De Luca's Story

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Character Portrait: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Jay Clark Character Portrait: Opie Reyes Character Portrait: Danny Bennington Character Portrait: Moriah Calderón Character Portrait: Felix Adna Matteo Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Tony Diaz Character Portrait: Levi Parker

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ImageIt's been a long year and nobody knows that better than the kids at the Dalton School. Between the fights for hierarchy between the most popular kids at Dalton and the most popular kids who used to go to Overbrook, the literal fist fights, the drama, and the new relationships, this first semester has been pretty fucking wild. And with mid terms behind us, what better way to celebrate and let off some steam then a rager! So that's what we're going to do.

Everyone is invited to the mid year bash being held at the Taylor home a.k.a the big blue house on the Hill hosted by none other than our darling Lola Taylor. Drinks will be provided but there will only be hard liquor (a.k.a tequila, vodka, scotch, and rum) and it's BYOB (buy your own blunt). This party doesn't have a theme, besides losing your mind, instead the only thing Lola asks is that you come dressed in your sexiest outfit, ready to make some mistakes.

The party will "officially" start at nine but anybody who knows Lola knows she'll probably have everything set up by nine and the doors will be unlocked at nine fifteen but she won't even be dressed until ten and the house won't get full until ten thirty or so so it'll mainly be her friends and the unfriendly popular kids at first because most of them live within fifteen minutes away, while the kids who live at the Bottom probably live thirty minutes away or so.

Either way get ready for a night of debouchery, illegal activity, mistakes, and of course fun. Keep your snapchats open and your drinks close.

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Character Portrait: Danny Bennington Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca

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"What can I say?" Giovanni exclaimed on a shrug, a bottle of Guinness Stout held in his left hand. 'When you got it like that, you got it like that. Simple as that." One of his boys, Ethan, shoved at his shoulder but Gio laughed him off before taking a deep swig of his beer, unapologetic and blatantly smug. They had all shared their stories of the summer earlier in the semester, back when they all had returned from their trips and summer jobs. A few of the details had been shared here and there, like when Danny threw a party at his house as the first party of the year or when one of the lacrosse players had a kickback that turned into a rager back in early October. But Gio hadn't exactly spilled all of the beans. After all, only the desperate did that and he had to keep his guys interested. So, he had originally only shared details like the parties he had gone to and the rather tame fun he had gotten into. But of course, like the dramatic ass that he was, Gio waited until the perfect time to admit to the little rendezvous he had with this rich little Italian girl on her family's private yacht with her Dad only two rooms over. And of course, all of this spills out when he's off the high of screwing an Overbrook girl after she's told her college boyfriend that she was at a girls' day.

After a third round that morning that they had to finish since she had gotten tired last night, Gio turned down her (rather clingy) desire for him to stay for a late breakfast or early lunch in favor of heading home to change. He'd been dealing with the withdrawals and the overall this-is-what-happens-when-you-don't-take-your-medicine bullshit for the last few days since he had honestly stopped taking his medication a few weeks after the semester had started. At first, Giovanni could honestly say that smoking weed had been helping for a time. The right and potent strain would chill him out and he'd feel less inclined to randomly go off. Lose his composure. Because all of that shit was whack as all hell.

However, at some point and he honestly couldn't tell, Gio recognized that the marijuana stopped working. But of course, at the time, he wasn't about to admit that to anyone and he damn sure wasn't taking any of the pills he supposedly needed. Not when he didn't need that and he wasn't some weak little bitch. So, he had gotten rid of the pills, told himself and his Dad that he had been good. Until he wound up getting into a really bad fight at a club that one of his Dad's artists were performing at, resulting in the guy having to go to the hospital. It was bad and Enrique had to cover it up. And cuss Gio out for having not been taking his medication. It was the reason why their "family" had to go on that trip to Italy. Enrique thought it would be best for them to go to a new location, let Gio have some fun, but also be somewhere where he can be monitored taking medication over a time. He even had gotten into taking the pills when he had been with his mother in Ibiza, though he was pretty sure a bit of their working power had been diminished with all of the other shit he had gotten into when he had met up with Lola. But as soon as they got home, Gio knew he wasn't taking any of that crap anymore and perhaps being near Alessandra and her seeing the pills (combined with that disappointed and unimpressed flare in her eyes) didn't exactly help.

But naturally, because it was Giovanni, there was a party, and he was ready to get turnt with this pre-gaming session at Ethan's place. He had changed into a good enough outfit for Lola's big rager, one that he knew he looked pretty suave in and the shirt was just the right side of tight as it hugged every dip and curve of his pectorals and abdominal area without seeming like he couldn't breathe. His hair was carelessly tousled at the top of his head and Gio at least knew that his appearance was ready for the night. He was working on the being live side of things and the pizza he and the boys all pitched in for along with the beer they stole from the basement of Ethan's house, he was pretty sure they'd all be ready to fuck some shit up come time to actually hit up the party. Gio and his crew never really came early to any party, always at least an hour late. That was when the real fun began anyway.

"You're a real lil shit, Van, I swear," Ethan declared and Gio smirked in response. Shrugging again, he pulled his iPhone 7 Plus out of his back pocket, effectually texting Danny before putting the device back in its hiding place in favor of grabbing another slice of meat lovers' pizza from Pizza Hut. It was his favorite considering it had the honey sriracha drizzled all over along with garlic Parmesan on the crust, and if it was a thing he picked up from the girl he really didn't want to acknowledge as his step-sister, then that was for Gio to be the only one to know. "Don't hate the playa, hate the game, baby."

To: Danny
Yo where u at?

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Character Portrait: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Danny Bennington Character Portrait: Moriah Calderón Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Levi Parker

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In a span of literally an hour her house had filled up with strangers and friends alike, the bar was chaos (though she wasn't worried since her cousin was playing bartender), her boyfriend had yet to show up (and he was gonna get an earful because she asked him to come early), oh and her dress was ruined by some nobody who rushed past her with some blue drink.

So there she was standing in her closet, yelling at Danny about how annoyed she was. "God!" she seethed tearing through one of the racks of clothes, "Who does that? And doesn't even say sorry." Danny shrugged and leaned back against the bean bag. "I don't know, a bitch?" She turned and pointed her finger at him in conformation "Exactly Danny boy, a bitch! a bitch I don't want in my house." He nodded helpfully, "That's why I love you" She said blowing him a kiss.

She went back on the task of finding a new sexy outfit. A pair of tight white pants caught her eye and she squealed in delight, "Ah perfect!" She ran over to her bin of clothes and pulled out a matching white tube top, so 90's. She slipped the dress over her head, not even thinking of the fact that there was basically nothing under it.

"Jesus Lola" Danny yelled, blushing furiously and turning away, "We're not kids anymore you can't just be in front of me naked" She rolled her eyes thereby dismissing his discomfort, "Oh come off it, you've seen me naked since puberty" He rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath "Yeah, but we were having sex then,"
She spun around, "So what I have to change who I am so you don't get a boner?"

When Danny looked up and saw her standing there with her hands on her wide hips and a brow arched up in annoyance, he knew a fight was coming, so he just ducked out of the closet to go sit on her bed to text Gio. He needed a guy right now, between Lola's dramatic... life, because her whole life was dramatic, his mom's sex toy party, and his sister's everything he needed some male bonding.

As Danny left the room she rolled her eyes once more and took a sip of the water bottle she had filled with malibu and lemonade. She pulled her outfit on and smiled smug in the mirror about how good it looked. The pants hugged her bottom and accentuated it so much that she was pretty sure if she had a flat butt it would still look big and the tube top was tight enough that there was no way it was slipping so she still went braless again. As she finished she pulled her hair into a messy bun so tendrils were hanging out.

She pulled out her phone and sent a text to Moriah before calling Levi, it went to voicemail, no surprise there so she left him a voicemail, "Listen here babe since you want to show up late when I asked you to show up early when you get here don't expect any kisses and you better not be expecting sex tonight. Okay love you don't die on the way here so I can kill you when you get here." Maybe she was being a "spoiled brat" but when she asked someone to be somewhere at a certain time she expected them to be there and she couldn't understand why he wasn't.

She slid her phone in her back pocket and walked back into her bedroom, "Okay let's go make sure these assholes didn't wreck my house," She said rolling her eyes.

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Character Portrait: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Opie Reyes Character Portrait: Danny Bennington Character Portrait: Moriah Calderón Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Levi Parker

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It was 7:00 on a Friday night, and of course, Felix had nothing to do. Ever since she was forced to go to Dalton high, many of her so called "friends" cut contact. They didn't want to pulled into the drama that could arise with messing with the Dalton kids. Felix sat atop her bed in a pretty casual outfit,scrolling through her Instagram feed, trying to find details about any parties going on later that night. She stumbled upon a post from a Dalton kid, one she hadn't talked to before but the post read there was a party later that night, open to all. The pastel pink haired girl smiled and slid off her bed, this could be a chance for her to see just how bad these Dalton kids were.

Looking into her closet, she pulled out different outfits that she might consider wearing that night. Of course, she would decide on something, then change her mind, and go back to her closet to find something new. That was of course before she found a cute pastel pink, strapless top, that went nicely with her black jeans, and white huaraches. Felix walked to her bathroom, and flicked on the light before rummaging through her bathroom cabinets to find her curling iron. While she was waiting for the iron to heat up, she turned on her radio and hooked up her phone. Through the speaker of the radio, she played her favorite song at the moment. The bass rung loudly through the house as she picked up her curling iron, tapped the metal part against her hand quickly two times to check the heat, and then took it to her hair.
It took her about 30 minutes to get her hair to quickly run through her hair so it fell in soft waves before she took a bobby pin and clipped two sections of her hair back. By this time it was 8:30, so she filled in her eyebrows quickly, did the rest of her face and left the bathroom.
Felix walked to her front door and grabbed her keys from the hooks by the frame and continued to exit her apartment. When she closed the door she made sure to lock and unlock her door twice, before leaving it locked and walking outside. Once outside she unlocked her car and started it up. Again, she had to start it, then shut it off, twice before she could carry on driving. When she pulled away from her apartment complex, Felix took her phone out and took a quick picture and posted it to snapchat before finally turning all her attention to arriving at this party.

When she finally got there it was around 10:00, which bugged her because she wanted to arrive on time but what more could you get from a girl who needed to be fashionably good looking always. Felix stepped out of her car and walked to the front door, it was wide open and when she peered inside she could see how many people were there. None of them she knew, at least not by the looks of it. She placed her phone in her back pocket, turned back to her car and made sure to press the lock button on her keys twice before stepping into the big house. "Here, here goes nothing..." she spoke quietly to herself.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Jay Clark Character Portrait: Danny Bennington Character Portrait: Moriah Calderón Character Portrait: Felix Adna Matteo Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Tony Diaz Character Portrait: Levi Parker

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The party was raging when Opie arrived. He opened the door, and it was unlocked just as he’d asked for. He slipped in with everyone dancing, crumping, grinding, sipping, and drinking. It was a full on rager, all right.

Almost everyone at the party was from Dalton. Nevermind that Lola invited the whole damn town, these rich spoiled brats were the only ones who answered the call. I guess there was something to be said about that Dalton/Overbrook rivalry. Opie was sure that the Overbrook kids wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to throw an even bigger rager sometime next week, just to show these Dalton kids, what’s up. Opie was hoping for it. It’d mean he’d have another party to sell at.

He looked around for an area to pass out weed. It’d need to be disclosed enough for him to be secretive, but accessible enough that everybody could get to him. Usually that’d be in the backyard. One of the benefits of setting up his operation in the backyard was that he got away from all the sweat, musk, and humidity of all the Dalton kids grinding up on each other. It was practically an orgy in there. That, and it gave him a quick escape route. If the cops came, he could always hop the back gate and hoof it away. This wasn’t his first rodeo.

He pulled out his phone and texted Lola again.

<I’m here. Setting up shop in your backyard. Spread da word. The weed has landed. Get it while it’s hot.>

Opie was never close to any Dalton kids. In fact, he hated most of their guts. To him, they were all nothing more than spoiled rich kids who needed daddy and mommy do everything for them. None of them had to work in their life. None of them knew what it was like being out on the streets. He was certain he’d never get along with them. But, they were his number one clients.

And, Lola was alright, he guessed. She was as spoiled and as rich as they come, but she kept it pretty real. If anything, she kept it a bit too real. God knows he probably knew more about her sex life than he ever wanted to know. He couldn’t help but have a soft spot for her. No, not in that way. More like how an older brother treats his kid sister. He wouldn’t ever admit that to her, but he didn’t dislike the girl.

He thought back to himself for a moment, then texted Lola again. <Btw, I got a bag waiting for you. On the house.>

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Character Portrait: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Danny Bennington Character Portrait: Moriah Calderón Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Levi Parker

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With her attention no longer on the haters in the room (who also still managed to move when Moriah did, even if they didn't really want to but they still acted with the knowledge that they had to), Moriah focused on the way that the music seemed to vibrate off of her very flesh, pulsing against the raised tiny hairs of her body. She had always felt like her senses were enhanced when high; the music always sounded louder, she could always smell the mix of various sweet perfumes and colognes and sweaty, horny bodies, and she could feel. The casual brush of Skye being as close to her as she was sent a faint shiver down Moriah's spine and she leaned into it, letting the brunette pop the blunt back in her mouth so that she could take another drag, giggling amongst themselves. Talia and Tyler apparently had run off together as soon as they had made their entrance, probably to go dancing which sounded so fun and amazing and Moriah wanted to dance, like yesterday. But first, she had to find her girl and number one dance partner.

"Mmmm...I'm gonna go find...drinks," Skye slurred quietly into Moriah's ear, her proximity (which Moriah could reason as effective because of the effects of the particular strain of marijuana they had ingested, but barely because she liked the way her heels made her feel higher than she naturally was from the ground or was that the weed talking?). Luckily, she didn't have to formulate an actual response since she had the rest of the blunt (and look! It was technically a whole one because Tyler and Talia must have smoked the first one or took it with them) to herself for the time being. Plus, a familiar squeal filled her ears and Moriah was distracted by an armful of bubbly brunette who smelled like a luxurious mix of alcohol and perfume. She hummed slightly at the contact, maneuvering the the blunt at the last minute so that the burnt end did not touch Lola. "Hey, baby. Danny," she greeted individually and giggled when they both proceeded to compliment her. Because...umm...yes, she was hot and totally make-out-able-with, thank you very much. It occurred to her that there should be something off about Danny kissing Lola at the top of her head, but Moriah was easily distracted right now when she was thirsty and in need of alcohol. And there was a bottle in Lola's hand that Moriah just had to stealthily ease into her own so that she could unscrew the cap and take a sip of. The cool liquid slid down her throat with only the slightest hint of a burn and Moriah gasped at the sensation before nodding to it while saying, "Get me some of this and I'll...wind up making out with both of you. Probably at the same time." It wouldn't be her first time acting on such a proposal and Moriah's sexuality was no secret. Just like it was no secret that Danny's arm should really just...move since...you know, Levy was here. Something about...respect, but Moriah just decided to take a swig of Lola's drink again after nodding in the recently arrived guy's direction. She did say, upon Danny's questioning on the whereabouts of He Whose Name Shall Not Be Uttered From Her Mouth (taking on Harry Potter titles and spinning that shit was fun, thank you very much), while giggling because she was so serious that it was funny and everyone should be laughing to be honest, "Hopefully over a cliff or in a ditch somewhere since he's such a lil bitch." And if that happened to rhyme just a bit, well then shit, Moriah obviously was her best high.




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Okay, so now the first thing that Giovanni usually did when he came to a party was find more drinks, where the weed was, or at least chill with his boys for the first few minutes. Preferably with shots since he was a fan of combining shit every now and then, just to do something different. Granted, he had already been drinking, but beer didn't count. It wasn't hard enough to have him wasted in any capacity. That had just been leisurely and okay, there may had been a slight buzz going on considering the fact that at some point shots of whiskey had been involved just to pre-game - since there was nothing wrong with pre-gaming and Gio had a high alcohol tolerance on his best days (it was one of his best days, no matter what anyone else had to say on the matter by tomorrow) - before really turning shit out. Except obviously the first thing done was not any of the usual aforementioned activities since Gio hadn't even text Danny back or even informed his friend that he had been at the party since a little bit before ten. But then again, it was kind of hard to be focused on typing out anything when your hands could be on the ass of Sutton Pierce and her tongue pressing past the barrier of your teeth in favor of engaging with your tongue. Particularly while you had her pressed up against the sink of the bathroom on the first floor of Lola Taylor's home. In fact, it's hard to even take responsibility for even havinghis hands anywhere inappropriately on a very taken girl when she was the tipsy one who had literally plastered herself against him the second he and the guys had run into her crew and Gio barely had any self-preservation when he was undoubtedly sober. Why would he have any now? However, naturally, it's hard to be focused on all that good that was literally in the palm of his hand when there was just really rude knocking on the door.

"Bruh what the fuck? Some of us gotta take a piss like yesterday," which honestly wasn't even Gio's problem since he was more inclined to tilt his head back on a groan because Sutton fucking Pierce was flicking a very wicked tongue around the shell of his ear before taking a rather sharp nip that made him hiss and tug at her hair in retaliation, but again focus was bad when knocking turned into banging. And Gio hated cock-blocks with a passion. "Seems like we gotta go, babe," he said lowly and had to grin because he was obviously irresistible that Sutton (AKA Miss-I-Am-Resolutely-Lesbian-and-Vice-President-Of-The-LGBTQ-Club-On-Campus) was whining at the distance he put between their bodies. "You'd think it was your girlfriend on the other side of that door," he added because Gio was an ass, even if his perpetually charming smile had you wanting to think otherwise. And Sutton wasn't so drunk as to not feel offended because she snapped back that Ness was her girlfriend and ole dude sounded nothing like her, but there were only so many fucks Gio could pretend to give when Sutton hadn't even thought about her girlfriend when she had been grinding on him like a bitch in heat seconds prior. However, he was pretty sure the "whatever" he had responded with both conveyed his nonchalance and killed the mood because she was the first out the door with her mussed hair and sweaty hot skin and the smell of him imprinted on her body. Grinning to himself, Gio had literally stepped out of the bathroom to feel the guy wanting to get in the bathroom practically shove at him, probably an Overbrook fucker since Dalton kids knew better. More importantly, he felt something slide over his foot (which was probably the fact that a train of girls holding hands to not get lost in the drunken crowd had passed by, but he wanted someone he could actually hit as a target, obviously). Which prompted him to talk shit on the way to the bar in the basement.

While down there and waiting to place his order for a drink, Gio decided to finally check his phone again, noticed that he had never text Danny, and since he was in a mood for shoes that probably still looked fine but it was the principle of the thing, sent his text to Danny just to get some company since the rest of the gang were scattered.

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Character Portrait: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Danny Bennington Character Portrait: Moriah Calderón Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Levi Parker

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Lola smirked at Moriah "Okay I'm pretty sure that the only person I'm making out with at this party is Levy" She crossed her arms over her chest in petulance. "You know if he ever shows up. So how was you're pre-turn up at home? It seems like you were successful." She said with a smirk.

Just as she finished her remark she felt two arms wrap around her body from the back. At first she melted into him but then she remembered how pissed she was and stepped out of his arms. "You promised me on Friday that you would come early and help me set up and then you showed up late because you were in a fucking weed coma?!" She shouted at him.

She was extra annoyed because Levy was made explicitly known how important this party was for her. It was one of, if not, the biggest bash of the school year also it was in her fucking house so she needed help making sure people weren't vandalizing, having sex in her house, OD'ing, or some other shit she'd have to explain to someone's overprotective parents who think that their children never do anything wrong. "Levy, you knew today was important, I told you to be here early on fucking Monday and reminded you again and again on Friday..."

Danny took a step away from her to check his phone, as he felt it vibrate and, but he kept his eye on Lola, who was teetering on the line of tipsy and drunk and was kind of making a scene, as was typical of Lola and Levy. In his mind, Lola and Levy were toxic, they booth were ridiculously passionate and neither of them thought with their head. Levy was a lush, who sucked at relationships, and Lola was a brat who demanded the most from her relationships.

He tapped Lola on the shoulder and leaned down to her ear to say lowly, "I'm gonna go see Gio, I'll catch up with you later," Lola whipped her head around and he could see a pout forming, but he simply held up a finger and said, "Don't start."
She stomped her foot in protest but turned her attention back to Levy, Danny also leaned down to Moriah's ear before he left and said "Don't let her kill him...or fuck him"

Then he went on his way to the basement where he easily found his friend, "My man," He said clapping a hand on Gio's shoulder "I hope whatever ass you've been getting that's been making you late was good. You're lucky Lola doesn't care if you're here or you'd be getting yelled at like the rest of us, that girl is a fucking handful. I mean I love her, but she's a fucking handful"