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Moriah Calderón

"'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."

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

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"THE SECOND I DECIDED MY LIFE FOR MYSELF WAS THE FIRST SECOND I EVER REALLY LIVED"





"She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water."



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FULL NAME:
Moriah Yesenia Calderón

NICKNAME:
Yaya {common} || Queenie {mockingly; warrants an eye roll} || Red {Tolerated}

AGE:
17

DATE OF BIRTH:
February 6

SCHOOL:
The Dalton School

GENDER:
Female

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:
Bisexual

ETHNICITY:
100% Spanish

HEX CODE
#C35817



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STYLE:
Moriah had always been rather stylish and chic, though she liked having a casual look to her appearance. She had never been wealthy enough to afford the designer brands some of the Dalton kids wore, but because she was good with mixing and matching and even sewing, she had been able to pull off some admirable outfits. Now that she no longer has to hide that edgier side of herself and she's been given an opportunity to wear some of the brands that once alluded her (she doesn't really have the mind to spend as much money as some people), Moriah's style is definitely a combination of edgy chic and just a touch bohemian-influenced, but occasionally more casual than the day before. Perhaps even a bit more sensual, depending on her mood.

HEIGHT:
5'5

WEIGHT:
120 lbs

APPEARANCE:
One of the main things, to this day, that Moriah insists (and only to herself, really) aided in her initial acquisition of the Dalton School throne was the fact that she had always been a rather pretty face. Nothing particularly spectacular in her eyes, but definitely pretty enough to be a face others could see fitting under a crown. She has always been rather petite, but her figure had always been admirable, particularly her bust as she has an impressive one for her diminutive stature. Her most striking feature has always been her red hair, which has remained rather long as it falls along the line of her bust. While she had only one tattoo before, once she gave up her throne, Moriah picked up her second, third, and fourth.





"Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all.
Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild."




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Unpredictable ❖ Intense ❖ Blunt
Headstrong ❖ Perceptive ❖ Intelligent


PERSONALITY

Something that the new queen of Dalton and even Moriah's step-brother all seem adamant to ignore or to remain completely ignorant to is the fact that Moriah will not EVER bow down easily to anyone's wishes, not anymore. Not like when she was younger. She is rebellious like that. You can't bottle the four winds into a jar or even tie down the clouds, so why would you even think you can control her? Moriah gave herself over to allowing people to control her until she one day chose not to and has been a force to be reckoned with ever since. She may seem rather chilled and ready to hang with the crew any given day, but Moriah is no gentle breeze or dreamy zephyr. She is a tempest filled with an inner force and power, which can be a little scary when you first come into contact with her. It's intimidating and intense, which is why she is far more willing to allow her mother to be the public face of their up and coming fashion line. She has no need to pretend to like everyone and is rather blunt about things like that. Moriah knows the politics of an upper crest culture and decided that it is she who decides whether or not she shall adhere to the strict code.

More than that, Moriah has always served as a bit of an enigma, even as queen. The only people that can ever get the most concrete read on her and her motives are her family and best friends and even then, that is questionable. She's such a private figure, lending to a desire to keep most of her life to herself. Not to say that she can't be an open person, but she has never fit the bill of just one thing. More specifically, she can never fit just one people. Moriah is the type to make friends with people of all types and backgrounds, but never exactly stay with one or two people. It's not in her nature. She is always on the move - no, she is always ready to go. To just up and leave and go somewhere new, but always have an attachment to the old. To the familiar. It speaks to her being unpredictable and a bit spontaneous, yes, but also to the fact that she is still looking to belong somewhere. Even if she tells you that she doesn't care (which is a lie because if you ask her best friend, Moriah cares more than anyone). She's far more intelligent than most people give her credit, considering the geeky image she shed from her youth, but Moriah has always been quietly smart. Always a bit controlled too, even when her mother or those who knew her think she's being reckless or impulsive. She has calculated the moves she makes, the way in which she talks and walks to the point that they are all like second nature. She never reacts too emotionally, she can't...or won't - it makes no difference. Even with her signs of anger, which is always boiling below the surface and never above, she is smart about her actions. She won't be abrasive like her step-brother. She'll just speak and she's so fucking perceptive that she can wind up saying something that is rather mean despite you thinking she was too unbothered or disinterested to do so.

As stated before and is needed to be reiterated just for those classmates in the back who remember the geeky child from elementary and the beginning of middle school, Moriah is not the same little girl they might remember. No longer is she the girl who didn't know what to do with the curves on her skinny body or the glasses that seemed a bit too big on her little face. No, she is a powerful and confident young woman who takes complete and utter charge of her sexuality and her general sense of fun. Moriah is so sure of her sex appeal, so comfortable and at home with it that it has become a part of her very nature. Everything she does oozes with sensuality to a certain degree, even when she's simply sitting around at home in boy shorts and a top she has stolen from her last flavor of the month. She's seductive without having to run the mile to prove it to you and she owns it. Unlike in her youth, she's not meek and weak. In fact, if you ask her mother, she's an indomitable force with a penchant for getting her own way to some degree. Not that she doesn't work for what she wants. Whether or not you see it makes no difference to Moriah, but she has proven more and more over the years how ambitious she truly is. She's just not loud about it.

Beneath her wall of cool, however, is a young woman who is practically unraveling at the seams and it is almost as if no one even notices what with how quickly she'll be ready to push them away. While her mother might have pushed for Moriah to become independent considering all they had was each other and she wanted her daughter to become resourceful enough to make it on her own, Moriah has taken it to the point that she never allows anyone to care for her. Doesn't see the point. Beneath the confidence lies a deep-set self-loathing that she isn't keen to admitting to. Being the girl everyone wanted to have but never truly wanted to keep unless it benefited their social standing did something to Moriah and with her mother focusing all of her career-focused ferocity on Moriah most of the time and then affection on her new husband, Moriah became the worst kind of internalizer. She will suffer in silence before she allows anyone to help her and she's so stubbornly fixed on seeing herself as nothing more than either a sexual deviant or simply a mannequin whose hands her mother manipulates to get them the designs they need, Moriah could fall apart right now and wouldn't care. And be adamant that no one else would either.




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QUIRKS
      PULLS RINGPULLS OFF THE CANS SHE DRINKS: Not something Moriah can really explain. She just does it. It could be that she finds them annoying since she does wind up throwing them in the can once finished, but she literally can't help it.

      LITERALLY HAS TO HAVE A SKETCHPAD ON HER PERSON AT ALL TIMES: What can she say? Moriah is an artist above all things and so she's always sketching, can't really say doodling since that word connotes mindlessness and while she can draw mindlessly, there's nothing mindless in the art she can produce, even though her MO seems to be fashion related.

      ONLY DRINKS LAVAZZA INTENSO DARK ROAST COFFEE: Moriah is very particular about her coffee and she needs a brew that can be as intense as she is, which is why she's grown so attached to this particular brand. Along with her International Delights Cinnabon creamer and a dash of sugar, Moriah needs at least four cups of this nectar a day to function. Can you say caffeine addiction?

      FLIRTS AS EASILY AS SHE BREATHES: Funny story: if you let the people who Moriah used to hang with tell it, she's obviously a hoe now, but that's actually not the case. A lot of the rumors about Moriah's promiscuity are false; she just so happens to be a natural flirt. Hello, girl with natural sensuality and totally at ease with herself and her body here. That doesn't necessarily mean she's a hoe. Moriah likes sex, sure, and does partake every now and then, but she doesn't flirt to have sex. She just flirts and people either get flustered and dazzled by her devil-may-care attitude, or they flirt back. She doesn't have any preferences.

      OBSESSION WITH CINNAMON: It's a warm, comforting and slightly sweet spice that Moriah is absolutely in love with. She always has a little in her oatmeal, her coffee creamer has cinnamon in it, her toothpaste is cinnamon-y, some of the candles she'll keep stocked in her room smell like cinnamon, and if you ask the people who have kissed her, they'll tell you she tastes like cinnamon. That DIY cinnamon and honey lip balm probably is what does it, but Moriah's favorite flavor and scent is cinnamon.


LIKES
      CHINESE FOOD || FASHION || LAVAZZA INTENSO DARK ROAST || LOUD MUSIC || SKETCHING || GRAPHIC DESIGN || THE CHAINSMOKERS, HALSEY, KEHLANI, TINASHE, MELANIE MARTINEZ, LANA DEL RAY, BON JOVI, BAD RELIGION, AC/DC & THE WHO || URBAN OUTFITTERS || THIGH HIGH HEELS || CHUNKY JEWELRY || LEAVING BEHIND HICKEYS || FEELING WANTED || FASHION WEEK || TELEVISION SHOWS WITH DARK UNDERTONES || WAFFLES || READING || UNDERGROUND PARTIES || WHEN THE BASS IS TURNED ALL THE WAY UP || BEING KISSED AGAINST A WALL || FRESHLY BAKED PIES (BLACKBERRY IS HER FAVORITE) || PARTY FAVORS || MARIJUANA || CINNAMON


DISLIKES
      SHOPPING || BEING TOLD WHAT TO DO || BEING REMINDED OF HER LOSS OF STATUS || ANYONE WHO THINKS SHE OWES THEM ANYTHING || SNOBS || RUMORS ABOUT HERSELF || SLUT-SHAMING || LAME ASS PARTIES || FRIVOLOUS SPENDING || HANGOVERS || THE SMELL OF CIGARETTES || GETTING BAD MUSHROOMS (AND SHE DOES MEAN THE DRUG FORM) || WEAK WEED || BEING ALONE (EVEN AS SHE SAYS OTHERWISE) || SPIDERS || COCAINE || SPRINKLES




"Strong women wear their pain like stilettos.
No matter how much it hurts, all you see is the beauty of it."



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HOUSE:
1735 N. Honore Street, Chicago, IL, USA, 60622

SECRETS:
TALKS WITH HER MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER: While Isabel and her mother don't speak (and it's definitely just pride at this point), Moriah reached out last year and the two have been talking on the phone ever since. She even visited over the summer after returning from the "family" trip to Italy.

HER ORIGINAL WEALTH: To this day, other than Lola and Gio, no one actually knows that Moriah was never as rich as the others or that she had been posing. What everyone think is that she's obviously one of those rich girls on a downward spiral, not that she had always been a bit of a wild child.

SEX LIFE: The funny thing about Moriah's sex life is that more people know about her sex life than she actually knows about her sex life. Meaning that people seem to think she just went loose and slept with so many people (and so many people told others that they slept with her) and she literally can count the number of people she has slept with on one hand. But it is what it is and she's yet to really correct anyone.

ALLIES| ENEMIES:
(I'm not sure if there will be a page to discuss relations so just keep this simple like mary jane (ally) | Beth Ann (enemy) | Joe Schmo (enemy) or you could go more in depth like mary jane (best friend) | Beth Ann (ex best friend) | Joe Schmo (ex boyfriend) I'd love explanations but honestly I'll leave that up to you )

STRENGTHS
If there's one thing Moriah's good at, it's being rather wicked as a seamstress. Second only to drawing, which really ties hand in hand with her stitching and such, Moriah's really good with a needle and thread, and not just in fixing the tiny rips and such that occur with continuous wear. She's really good at just working with fabric and coming up with an entire outfit.

The biggest attribute to Moriah being able to have so much sway over the student body at Dalton when she had it and even making a way out of no way in gaining popularity is the fact that she's really deceitful and an actress. Now, being deceitful might not be a positive in some people's eyes, but when it comes down to it, if you want to succeed, you need to be resourceful and the right type of manipulative to get the results that you want. Moriah had and still has all of that, even though others might think she has lost her touch once she gave up her crown.

Moriah's really smart and logical. She won't say she's a genius and she's not really pressed about finding out what her IQ is, but the one thing that enabled her to even attend Dalton was the fact that for a girl who technically was supposed to attend Overbrook, she had too high of test scores to be going to a school that wouldn't nurture her brain. More importantly, because of the fact that she and her mother have been hustling to survive since she can remember, she has a healthy dose of street smarts and book smarts, the former of which being evident in that she knows who not to trust on the streets for party favors and weed in case she wanted a trip to the ER or simply who not to trust in case a party is liable to end in gunfire and causalities.

WEAKNESSES
Despite the fact that Moriah practically oozes with confidence and sensuality, she has just as much self-loathing and insecurity plaguing her, lending to all of her so-called self-assured-ness and flirtatiousness as nothing more than bravado. While the flirting has become so much of second nature that she doesn't doubt that it's a part of who she is now, she is almost always second-guessing herself, how much and what she means to the people closest to her, and especially where she belongs. Which was why she could no longer put on the charade of queen bee anymore. She's consistently felt unworthy when having to hear the opinions of the rich kids she was able to fool into believing that she was one of them, causing her to doubt even the ones she's stated that she loves in fear of them actually never having felt the same.

Moriah has learned how to read people; to know them really well by habits and continued likes. And yet, she's obtuse when it comes to their feelings for her. Lust...it's hard to disguise or hide lust, especially when she's pushing and pressing for a reaction of some kind by flirting. But when it comes to someone genuinely having romantic feelings for her or genuinely just loving her, she gets a little...confused and sometimes, just plain ignorant to it because she's already told herself that nothing will ever be real. She calls herself a realist, but it's really her being a pessimist.

Even a bit before her mother, Moriah's art has always been her number one weakness and a part of it is because her art was what kept her connection alive with her mother, in her eyes. To Moriah, Isabel only ever really cared about her art as a graphic designer and making sure she took care of her responsibility, i.e. Moriah. And so when Moriah really got interested in fashion and designing, and her mother realized how good they could have it if they worked together, it was the first time she felt like she ever really had her mother's attention, respect and even love. Which isn't true, but again, years of insecurities and low self-esteem can do that to you. And so Moriah has no choice but to be protective of it and be a perfectionist towards it, sometimes brooding in a corner during a hangover with charcoal and her sketching pad to see what she can come up with.



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FAMILLY:
MOTHER: Isabel De Luca
For as long as she can remember, Moriah has always had Isabel and Isabel had Moriah. Torrez and Isabel had married young, dumbly, and honestly lost contact with both of their parents who had disapproved of the swiftness of the relationship. And once Torrez had been killed, Isabel even considered giving Moriah up, which Moriah had only heard about due to eavesdropping on Isabel crying to a neighbor one night who had watched Moriah after daycare. Since then, Moriah had spent her time trying to find ways to not be in her mother's way and make the load lighter. She learned to get out of her little funk from elementary school and the early part of middle school to be the confident queen that owned the halls of Dalton, particularly to keep people from questioning her upbringing and wealth. If she flaunted it well enough, they would focus more on the fact that while her clothes weren't designer brand, they looked just as good as the ones all the other kids' parents could afford. And when Isabel realized what they both could do with their combined talents in turning clothes or even plain fabric into something creative, it was like a switch turned on. Moriah had all of her mother's attention and as touch-starved and attention-starved as she had been before, Moriah ate it all up. It landed them her step-father's attention and an insurgence of attention to one of the graphic designers who worked with her step-father's musical talents. Moriah loves her mother dearly and to anyone who has seen them together, especially now that they are no longer in their two bedroom apartment and in a much more comfortable home, they seem close. But Moriah doesn't seem to notice that Isabel has noticed the actual emotional distance between them, which she feels guilty for. She just thinks that if she can have her mother in some way, she can be good.

BIOLOGICAL FATHER: Torrez Calderón
As much as it pains her to say it, Moriah doesn't have many memories of her father. She can't remember his scent, but she remembers a man singing lullabies to her and freshly prepared, thick waffles. However, Torrez had died on his second tour of Afghanistan when the convoy ahead of his own had been blown up and in the quest for survivors, he had been gunned down. What she does know is that despite any military assistance provided, she had her mother had been considered lower middle class and with the way the economy was set up, that meant they were struggling. Maybe not as badly as others, but definitely not having anything come easy to them.

STEP-FATHER: Enrique De Luca
Moriah likes Enrique. There's no mistaking that. At the same time, she knows that if it had not been for him, her line would not have gained much traction in these last two years and that even her mom would not be as happy as Isabel has been since the two of them started seeing each other. So, it's mostly gratefulness and a sense of owing this man that she's as nice to him as she is. Granted, he's probably not a fan of her partying ways and things aren't perfect considering he seems more serious about fathering her than his own son. However, in a way, that in and of itself is almost endearing. Moriah never had a father to show his love, from what her memories say. So, of course she likes him. She just feels that as long as she's helping with lights for performances in town or even with the graphic design requests he sends her way so as not to bother Isabel too much, that he's fine and that he doesn't have to pretend to care for her.

STEP-BROTHER: Giovanni De Luca
Even when she was queen, Gio and Moriah never actually got along. She had veiled it with debonair charm and grace, but there was no denying the tension between the two of them and part of it had been that Gio knew she wasn't one of them. He was the only one who knew that her mother worked with and for his Dad's company, and had it not been for her assistance a few times over, he would've snitched. However, he pretends like he doesn't know all that she did for him and acts like she owes him something, which leads to Moriah (whose notably not emotional) to snap at him. There's an undercurrent of violence within Gio and it makes the hairs on the back of Moriah's neck stand sometimes to think that some part of him wants to beat her into submission simply because he's a spoiled brat. It makes her question of Enrique has that same trait.




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FACE CLAIM
Camila Senna

USERNAME
Girl2Fine2


So begins...

Moriah Calderón'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: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Moriah Calderón

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With both a part of her Snapchat story posted and a tweet sent out, Moriah was sprawled out on her bed while a friend, Skye, was sitting on the floor of her bedroom rolling up a few blunts. It was a weird thing to think when she was about to smoke a blunt, eat food and then actually get ready for Lola's party since literally no one had any real reason to be rushing for a Lola Taylor party (she loved her girl to the moon and back, but her shit never started on time and that was the truth), Moriah was hit, not for the first time, by the rush of recognizing her room for what it was. It had been a year since she had both given up her crown, but also moved into a bigger home than she and her mother had ever had. She had a bedroom that probably comprised of what their living room used to be and she even had a walk-in-closet, which still didn't amount to the literal sitting rooms that a few of the Dalton girls she once was friends with had. But it was still...discombobulating. Before, she had been able to say that she turned relatively ten dollar clothing items or just flat-out fabric into what looked like $100 outfits with the addition of jewelry she knew would flatter them. She had been able to blend in, look like she belonged. And now, in a way with the wealth her step-father had and the fact that she was now making her own money with her clothing designs, she literally was living the life she had become so used to pretending like she had. And she was really finding out that she really didn't miss any of that shit.

"Oh hell no, bitch!" Skye called from the floor, breaking Moriah from her reverie. She rolled over onto her stomach to meet the dark gaze of the brunette who was eyeing her in displeasure. "That's too much broody bullshit when I'm literally slaving my ass away for you, queenie. Get yo ass on this floor and come smoke one before Tyler and Talia come back." Moriah rolled her eyes good-naturedly and crawled off the bed while purring, "Awww, honey. If you wanted my attention so badly, all you had to do was ask." Skye snorted derisively. "Bitch, bye! Bring yo ass!" Giggling, Moriah finally crawled onto the floor towards the brunette to see what she was finishing up with. "Ooooh, you got the purple haze? And you had my ass on the bed this whole time?" Moriah demanded and Skye chuckled. "I was just letting you think you was cute," she replied and inelegantly dodged a punch from the redhead. Grinning, Moriah hurried up and picked the wrapped blunt up and used the brand new lighter, taking an immediate pull of the purple strain. Immediately, she was hit with the titillating mix of sweet and earthy flavors underscored by notes of berry and sharp spice...and then...yep. The euphoria.

On a hum, Moriah let her head fall back loosely, exhaling on a surprising giggle. "Fuck, it's good?" Skye asked, watching the dopey smile appear on the redhead's face and Moriah couldn't even verbalize a response. She just nodded and Skye laughed. "Okay, bitch, share!" Moriah didn't put up a fight when the brunette took the blunt from her. Luckily for them, both her mother and step-father were out for the weekend. One of the kids on the label was on tour on the West Coast and since her mom had never been to some restaurant Enrique really wanted to take her to, they were over there to view one of the shows and grab some alone time. And Moriah made sure to see them out the door. Wherever Giovanni was, Moriah honestly could give two fucks. She had on comfortable clothes for the time being, had already taken a pretty long shower, there was weed to be smoked before taking on some shots of tequila at Lola's place (where she very much intended to crash afterwards), and there was food -

The doorbell rang and Moriah was on her feet in seconds. "Coming!" She yelled from her bedroom door, even though she was pretty sure Tyler and Talia didn't actually hear her. Either way, she was jogging down the steps and then towards the door only to fling it open for her two friends. "Got Panda!" Talia announced as she stepped in with two bags of to-go containers from Panda Express that looked like more food than they actually needed (Moriah wasn't complaining since she was always down for crushing Chinese food). Tyler was right behind her with a bottle of Fireball Whiskey, plastic shot glasses, and paper plates. Tyler took one look at her face and rolled his eyes. "You guys already started? You suck!" Moriah stuck her tongue out childishly while closing the door behind them. "Love you too, baby boy." She chirped and took one of the bags from Talia so that they could all head back to her room just in time to see Skye setting up her iPhone to the speakers Moriah already had installed. A second later, a Rihanna song was blaring from the speakers and Moriah could feel the vibrations in the air against her skin. Skye was taking another puff when Tyler exclaimed, "Let's do this." She and Talia exchanged a grin before following him to the floor to set the bags down, and she scooped up her phone to see if Lola was going to give herself some time to grab a bite before worrying about the last few details for the party. Even though they both knew she wasn't starting until some time after nine. Once that was sent, she snatched the paper plate Tyler was obviously going to use for himself, accepted the crab rangoon that Talia chose at that moment to pop into her mouth, and searched for the container of steamed white rice so she could start gathering her feast.

To: Lolita
U & Danny want a bite? Ty bought out Panda & we got bomb ass weed

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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: Moriah Calderón

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"Oh my fucking god, if you don't quit this posting song lyrics shit on twitter, I swear to god!" Skye bit off her complaint about the tweet the redhead beauty sent out, but Moriah laughed at the unspoken portion of her threat, pulling her hair from the ponytail she had virtually been rocking all day. It was legitimately only a ten minute drive from her house to Lola's, so her group hadn't been in a rush to leave. After crushing about two plates each (Moriah could barely contain herself from piling her plate with orange chicken, Beijing beef, rice and honey walnut shrimp), they had all dispersed momentarily to get ready and clean up. Since Tyler had technically been ready for a minute, Moriah had gotten him to clean up any mess they made in her room and bagging the rest of the roll-ups that they were going to need for the night. As high as she was, the loose quality to Moriah's smile and general mood did not negate from the fact that her room was virtually neat save for when she was on an artist's kick. Since she and Skye were already showered and just needed to put on clothes, Talia went into the bathroom that Moriah had to (grudgingly) share with Giovanni to wash up and then get dressed. Moriah brushed her teeth again while Talia was in the shower before getting her things together.

"Also, tell your friend she needs to chill," Skye continued while applying mascara to her eyes. In the two minutes that it had taken apparently for Moriah to find and then apply the dark and luscious lipstick that she knew was going to complete her makeup for the night, Lola had already posted a tweet about someone spilling a drink on her and Moriah rolled her eyes when she saw the notification on her phone. "Fiiiiine. Let's hurry up before Lolo strangles somebody." Moriah hastily found a pair of Nasty Gal thigh-high heels that complimented and completed her look for the night. It hadn't taken Moriah long to decide on wanting to simply use one of her own dresses that she had made as opposed to shopping. She hated being in stores and having to try shit on. She hated finding dresses there that were meant obviously for her height and body, but then they held too snugly on her bust. She wouldn't say that she had gargantuan boobs as that was untrue, but they were slightly larger on her rather petite frame than a few girls who shared her height and weight. And the dress she chose gave them the right kind of snug feeling, the cuts along the sides revealed the sides of a rather slim waist and slight abs, and the dress falling just a touch below mid-thigh length allowed for the fabric to cling to her small but well-rounded bottom. The shoes made her legs look longer and with her chunky necklace along with her tattoos being on display, Moriah knew she looked bad in the best way.

After getting a rather ego-raising leer from a very bisexual but taken Tyler (which prompted a smack from Talia), they were on their way to Lola's place where they could hear the music from outside and still see people arriving. Moriah smirked at the typical Lola text she had gotten and responded quickly before sliding her phone into the pocket of the leather bomber jacket she had scrounged up before walking out her own front door. "Let's fuck shit up," she exclaimed and stole the blunt Talia had been puffing on, ignoring the whine of protest in favor of bringing the stick up to her own tempting dark lips. Taking a lazy drag, she handed it to Tyler who complained about lipstick stains but began to smoke it anyway, puffing out the smoke as she led the group to her best friend's house. If she was back to her usual frame of mind, she would have thought about all the times she had arrived to house like these with an entirely different crew, smiling with people she damn sure cared not a lick about and giggling over dumb things like how scuffed Samantha's Gianvito Rossi looked that day. And that, while other people would think she was hanging with the bottom of the barrel or irrelevants, that she was actually hanging with some of the realest people she had known in her time at Dalton. Lola, being excluded because that was her ride or rie, regardless of what friends they had outside of one another. But some part of her train of thought correlated with the aforementioned because there was no other reason than that for Moriah to catch the sneers of the uppity Dalton bitches who hated how much she still looked better than them, even now when she was technically considered an outcast. Not like that had changed from before when she was wearing heels from Forever21 or anything, but Moriah couldn't help the smug smirk their way or the kiss she blew as she and her friends walked inside Lola's house.

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As Lola emerged on her room she suddenly became aware of how crowded her house was. Girls leaned against the stairway railing leading to the guest bathroom, most of them chattering absently but some of them looked sick and she silently thanked god that she planned this party the day before the cleaning crew that came on Sunday afternoons came. She maneuvered her way past the people leaning on the walls upstairs and brushed past the couple damn near having sex on her brothers bedroom door. She wasn't worried about the bedrooms though, her parents door was locked, as was her siblings and nobody was dumb enough, drunk or not, to have sex in her room, or even enter it for that matter. She pulled her phone out of her shirt with her right hand, the left hand was holding Danny's over her shoulder, and responded to the text from Opie.

As they came down the stairs, someone rushed past her causing her to fall, thank god for Danny though, who recovered quicker than her and let go of her hand to steady her by putting his hands on either sides of her hips. She sucked in a breath at the contact of his index and middle finger on her naked skin but she quickly brushed it off. Her and Danny were forever ago... I mean if you don't count the summer, but that only happened once. Also, mind you, it only happened before she started dating Levi. So all you bitches who want to accuse her of cheating can suck it.

As they made it to the bar outside in the basement she smiled at her cousin, "Hey hun, how's bartending going?" She asked as she leaned on the bar. Her cousin smiled at her as she handed some kid she didn't recognize two shots. He mumbled something in response and slapped a twenty down, when he moved Danny slid over to where he was but he his arm snaked around her and landed on her hips once again. Her cousin raised her eyes but shrugged and proceeded to shove the twenty in her pocket, "Awesome, you're friends think I'm a professional, and they don't know the drinks are free. I've made like $300 so far."

"So.. how's that best friend of yours?" Anna asked, Lola looked over her shoulder and shrugged, "She should be here soon, but while we wait..." She lead on. Her cousin let out a wide smile and placed seven shots on the bar and filled them up with tequila. Then pushed four in Lola's direction, two in Danny's and lifted her own. Lola, never one to back down lifted one of her own and Danny had already downed his two. One by one Lola took the shots and her cousin began making refills, this time giving Danny four too and skipping a shot for herself. The two quickly downed there's and Lola shook her head as Anna started making more. "Can you just make me and him a drink in two of those water bottles?" She asked pointing to two mini sports squirt bottles. Her cousin nodded and filled up the bottles with Rum, citrus vodka, and a bit of sprite. Danny took them from her and handed one to Lola before leading her upstairs.

As they made it to the top Lola spotted Moriah and squealed in delight. It was easy to spot her because crowds kinda just.. moved when she was around. Half of them admired Moriah because she took her fall from grace with stride but a good portion of them didn't like her because rather than hide in the shadows, she moved on and she was more notorious than ever. "Momo!" She called, rushing towards her. Once she reached her she threw her slender arms around the girl. "Hello darling, how are you?"

When Danny caught up to Lola he smirked and shrugged in Moriah's direction before reeling Lola, who was feeling those shots into him. He himself was feeling his shots and that drink, so he thought nothing of tucking her into his side and placing a kiss on the top of her head. "Damn Moriah, rebel looks good on you" He said, sending her a wink. Lola nodded enthusiastically, "You look super hot? Like if someone doesn't make out with you tonight, I will"

Danny looked past her and her friends and tilted his head to the side, "Where's Gio? I thought he was on his way."

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Character Portrait: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Danny Bennington Character Portrait: Moriah Calderón Character Portrait: Levi Parker

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Levi wasn't usually the guy to be tied down for a long time in a relationship. Right now he and Lola had been going at it for about three months and he was still surprised at how both of them hadn't gone batshit crazy at each other. So far everything had been going smoothly and he couldn't say he wanted to complain. The sex was good, the conversations great and her company wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be. Sure, he sometimes wanted to lash out at the crazy spoiled girl he had decided to call his girlfriend, but Levi was known for being an ultimate gentleman, so he kept those feelings to himself.

The mid year bash was extremely important for everyone at Dalton, including him. It was a night he could let loose without anyone judging him, or without having to worry about what was going to happen next. But this night was also really important for Lola, and Dalton had stupidly forgotten to get there early.

Well, he hadn't exactly forgotten, he had just started to smoke weed a little bit too early and got a little bit too high to go, so his stupid-self decided to take a nap before the party which turned into a full-on almost-coma. When Levi woke up he was pretty disorientated, he didn't know what time it was and his head was pounding like crazy. He looked over at his cellphone on his bedside table, and noticed he had about 30+ texts from his friends and about 50+ texts from his girlfriend. Confused, he checked the time and realized it was about 10:00 PM.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Fuck no, I didn't fall asleep." he exclaimed, as he quickly hopped out of bed and rushed to his bathroom. Quickly, he turned on the shower and hopped in to clean himself up. After that, he chose whatever was clean and lying on his bedroom floor to wear, which turned out to be a black tee, jeans and white Y-3 shoes, along with his usual denim jacket, pins, and gold necklaces. Because of his long nap, Levi was pretty much completely sober, and he couldn't wait to just get his hands on a cold beer and some weed. He took his black Audi Q5 and drove quickly down the streets to get to Lola's house.

When he got there it was a little past 10:30 PM, and the party was in full swing. He could already see drunk teenagers all the way down the street where he parked his car, and as he walked closer and into the house, he could smell the odor of sweaty people all pressed up against each other in the crowded spaces.

Levi quickly scanned the house hoping he could spot Lola, and praying to god she wasn't that mad with him. Finally after looking around for a couple of minutes, he spotted the brunette girl upstairs with Danny and Moriah. Taking a deep breath, and stealing an unopened can of beer from a table, he made his way up the stairs and around everyone standing on his way to stand behind Lola.

He wrapped his arms around her body and grinned sheepishly, not noticing how suspiciously close Danny and his girlfriend were standing. "Hey babe, I got into an accidental coma from smoking too much weed and woke up at 10. Please don't kill me, I'm to handsome to die," he playfully begged. Hopefully she wasn't as mad as he thought she was going to be and decided to spare his life.




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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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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"