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loosely based on multiple shows and movies including brotherly love, degrassi, and east los high

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Lola Taylor [12] "Cause I was filled with poison but blessed with beauty and rage"
Danny Bennington [10] Kill them with success, and bury them with a smile
Moriah CalderΓ³n [10] "'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."
Levi Parker [7] "Fear is the mind killer."
Tony Diaz [4] "It's not an attitude, it's the way I am."
Opie Reyes [4] (WIP)
Jay Clark [4] The Best friend but just once I would like something more
Felix Adna Matteo [2] Top of the class, and social hierarchy

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Character Portrait: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Jay Clark Character Portrait: Opie Reyes Character Portrait: Danny Bennington Character Portrait: Moriah CalderΓ³n 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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ImageIt was 7: 00 pm and Lola Taylor was already pissed and the party didn't even start until 9. People had been blowing up her phone about her damn party since Thursday after school and they were still blowing up her phone. On top of that her parents were supposed to have left for the weekend for their "reminder weekend" which was pretty much a weekend where they had sex like non stop to remind each other why they stay married and then they come home all glowy and happy. They were supposed to leave yesterday but as usual some lady went into labor and demanded that it was mom rather than her fill in. Then her hair appointment ran late so she was late to her eyelash extension appointment,thank god Allison could still fit her in. Now she was rushing to get ready and her sisters wouldn't fucking leave.

"Do not let your stupid friends drink all of the tequila this time." Lola looked over her shoulder and glared over her shoulder at her older sister. "Shouldn't you be on your way to Taryn's house?"
"Ooh you're gonna go to Tay Tay's house?" Their little sister chimed in as she pinned her full curls into a bun. Lola glared at those lush curls in the mirror as she examined her own perpetually straight hair. Tayrn was Rina's long term girlfriend, she was also Rina's only girlfriend. Rina threw one of Lola's stuffed animals in the direction of her closet in response but finally conceded, "Okay you're right I do need to go but seriously don't drink all the alcohol, Daddy said it cost like a thousand something dollars to replace all the shit your 'friends' drank and broke last time" Lola shrugged in response even though she knew that Rina couldn't see her.

When Rina finally left Donnie trotted in her closet and dropped in the bean bag in the corner. It was a walk in closet but it didn't have anything on some of the closets of the girls who went to her school. It was big enough to be a walk in with a vanity and two bean bags, that's all she needed. She placed the flat iron that was in her hand on a towel and picked up her phone to send one last message to two of her friends who hit her up through twitter. One was her friend from Dalton, Asia, and the other was a guy she used to hook up with named Taylor, but when she saw his message she decided she didn't want to respond to him.

"So why can't I come to this party?" Her sister asked with mild annoyance, she paused, slicked on some peach toned lip gloss and turned to look at her little sister, "We discussed this, when you're sixteen I promise you can come to one of my parties." Donnie obviously didn't like this answer because she crossed her arms over her chest, which strange enough at the age of fifteen was almost the same size of Lolas 34C breasts. It was one of the reasons she wouldn't let Donnie come. Donnie was rapidly developing and with her big doe eyes, curly hair, clear skin, and the fact that she had already developed breasts, Lola just knew some loser would try to hit on her. Luckily Donnie's phone chimed saving Lola from the fit she knew was coming.

"I have to go Lahiani is here." Donnie muttered as she breezed out of the room. With a sigh, Lola unplugged her flat iron and got started on picking out an outfit. She told everyone the dress code was sexy casual but she also didn't want to be shown up by her guests so it was kind of crucial that she look amazing. She pulled out tank dress that was a mix of light peach and nude that if she hadn't had time to get a tan on Friday she would have never been able to pull off. It also showed off her butt, which she personally thought was her best asset, though all the guys she'd dated in the past thought her freckles were the cutest thing about her. But she didn't want to be cute, she wanted to be hot.

She slipped her pajamas, which were really just velvet short shorts and a tight cami, and ditched her boyshorts and bra. Instead she opted for a g-string because panty lines weren't an option in this dress and skipped a bra. She slipped on some limited edition adidas that she recently fell in love with and slipped on a jean jacket that she stole from Danny and her outfit was complete. She did a quick spin in the full length mirror that hung on the door, separating her room from the bathroom that she shared with Rina on the way out.

She didn't even make it to the kitchen before another family member got in the way. "Lorelai Rose Taylor!" Her mother, dramatic as always, exclaimed "Where do you think you're going dressed like that?" Rose turned and glanced up to where her mom was standing at the top of the stairs, "I'm going to Danny's house to ask him to help set up. What's the problem?"
If it was possible to look like you're having an aneurysm without actually having one, that's what was happening to her mom's face. But she said nothing so Lola rolled her eyes and continued out the door, only stopping to grab the keys to her car off the key ring.

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Character Portrait: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Danny Bennington

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ImageDanny was awake, this wasn't new because Danny was always up when everybody else was asleep but today he was up because something had woken him up. What could it be you ask? None other than a Taylor sister. He had slept over at the Taylor house because his mom let one of her friends have a sex toy party. No joke, he came home from school yesterday to see his mom helping some lady set up a dildo display and then she casually asked him if he wanted her to whip him up a snack before his SGA meeting, yeah no. So he slept over but he didn't expect to wake up at four am to Dannie Taylor sneaking into the basement from the door leading up to the backyard.

"Dannie what the fuck? What are you doing here" He mumbled when the preteen accidentally sat on him. She jumped up and in true Dannie fashion shifted the blame onto him, "What are you doing here? I live here." She said putting her hands on her hips. He rolled his eyes and grumbled, "Actually I have no fucking idea what I'm doing here." Then he sat up and grabbed his stuff.

The menace had the nerve to look smug so he just slipped out the same door she came into and walked to his own house. Rather than sleep he went for a run and came back to his house to do some pull ups with his door frame. Then when it was an appropriate time to make noise he took a shower and went downstairs to grab one of his mom's smoothies and to make himself an egg white omelette.

As he was flipping his omelette over his dad strolled into the kitchen whistling a tune, "Morning Dan" he said as he passed him to grab his protein shake mix out of the cupboard. "Where'd you go yesterday?" Danny looked up from his omelette to give his dad a look "Did you think I'd stick around for some horny MILFS to drool over dildos?"
David Bennington let out his famous hearty laugh and went back to making his smoothie. "Besides," Danny said sliding his omelette onto a plate, "I slept over at the Taylors"

That got his dad's attention, he looked over at him with his bushy brows raised. Danny shook his head "In the basement dad" he explained. His dad slid onto one of the stools by the island and sent his son a look, "I always liked you and Lola together"
Danny raised one eyebrow at that statement, "You said that Lola was was spoiled and loud." His dad didn't even look up from his phone when he said evenly "She is"

Danny laughed "Yeah she is," he glanced at the clock on the wall and groaned, "Shit and she'll be here in like fifteen minutes"
His dad laughed at him while he ran up the stairs to his room. He had never been happier to be a guy then when he was slipping on some jeans and pulling on a big yeezy shirt. At the thirteen minute mark his teeth were brushed, face cleaned, and he had his hair at least carelessly styled a little. He spotted her sauntering out of her car and walking up his steps as he was slipping on his adidas superstars. Then he was bolting down the stairs. Why? Because he had to beat Taylor, who was home for the weekend, to answering the door because Taylor hated Lola.

He made it just in time and swung the door a little more aggressively than necessary, "Ready to go?" He asked a just as she opened her glossy mouth to say something. He hated lip gloss, it was sticky and it always tasted like gross artificial flavors. She looked up startled, "Um yeah I just need to go to the party store for black balloons,"

One crisis averted, the two quickly headed to the party store to order what seemed like forty black balloons and to buy a pack of thirty black balloons to blow up and before long they were sitting on the floor of her kitchen blowing up black balloons. "Why the balloons?" He asked as he tied one he just finished blowing up. She tilted her head to the side and pulled the balloon out her mouth, "No reason, I just wanted them" He rolled his eyes but couldn't help smirking at her.

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Character Portrait: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Moriah CalderΓ³n

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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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Jason's day was very simple he got up bright and early and went on an hour jog. He then made it home in time to make breakfast for his mom and talk to her about his day. She was never really a morning person until she had her coffee. She was dressed in her normal business attire looking like a librarian from some horror film. Why he always thought of it that way was a long story that basically turn into a simple answer, he loved horror movies. His mom who had trolled his phone the night before started the conversation "So Jay are you going to that party tonight? I think you should you never know if one of your lady friends may be there." He looked at her funny. What kind of mom tells her son to go to a party where it was obviously advertised of drinking, drugs and possibly sex. He shook it off as this was a common thing with his mom. She finished her breakfast and wished him a good day. Leaving him and Sheba all alone.

Looking to the clock as he checked on the amount of time he had to do something about tonight. 10 hours plenty of time. First Jason knew that he should finish his workout so he went to his room to do some basic exercises. He then spent an hour after that reading a book about whats expected at parties and how to look like you know what your doing. His phone went off as he pulled his phone from his pocket and people were still talking on social media about this party. He laughed as it seemed most the Overbrook kids were excited about it but for some reason the Dalton kids did not , or they hid it well. He would have texted some of his friends to see if they were going but honestly he was sure they would be there.

He walked up to room and wasn't sure how to dress sexy. He understood what she meant but if he came wearing a nice shirt and slacks would he be over dressed. He combed his closet looking for what he considered his best shirt. He found a grey button up over-shirt and a black skin tight mussle shirt to go under it and for pants he wore a pair of dark blue faded jeans. Setting the whole thing on the bed he looked it up and down. It was missing something. He grabed his beanie and put it on the invisible manakin that laid on his bed and smiled "Should do fine." He put the clothes on and took a picture and put it on his instagram. With a simple tag line of only "Ready for anything."

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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
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Character Portrait: Tony Diaz
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Tony had been waiting long enough for a party like the one going down tonight. Having recently broken up with her latest boy toy Aiden, she needed a fresh change of scenery, and a good hookup for that matter. The only bad thing about it was that it was being held at a Dalton student's house so all the rich stuck up kids would be there. That didn't mean Tony wouldn't show up, it just pissed her off that she had see all of the fellow classmates she despised outside of school too. Granted, they'd all be pretty fucked, but either way she didn't like it.

A couple of hours before ten, Tony and one of her older friends Selena, started to drink tequila. They always went to parties together, and even though Amanda was two years older than her and already graduated from high school, she still liked the atmosphere of those kinds of parties and never missed one with her young friend.

Because of Tony's mother's drinking habits, Tony didn't like to get pissed that often, and she usually offered to be the designated driver at parties. Plus, she knew drunk sex was the worse so she preferred to be the sober one to enjoy parties the most. But today was a different day, and Selena had convinced Tony to drink way more tequila shots than her body was used to. By 9:30 PM, Tony was seriously fucked.

"I fucking love Don Julio,"
Tony slurred, "who needs a boyfriend when you've got tequila, am I right?"
This comment earned her a loud laugh from Selena, who answered her with a nod of approval and raised her shot glass again to do one last shot. "To boys: may they all rot in hell. But not before we fuck them all." Both girls drowned their last shot and grabbed their stuff from Tony's room.

After uploading a few funny snapchat stories together, and tweeting nonsense about her ex, Selena and Tony got out of her house to catch the bus at 10 PM to the upper side of town, where the party was being held at. The girls liked to get to get to parties fashionably late, and boy do they loved to make an entrance.

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Character Portrait: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Danny Bennington Character Portrait: Moriah CalderΓ³n 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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"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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It was ten past nine. 9:10pm to be exact. Opie had just finished cooking dinner for his little sister, Evelyn, and was cleaning the dishes. He was rushing the job, trying to get out of there as quick as possible. Not because he didn’t want to be around his little sister, but because he had a job waiting for him. A party was being held by Lola, one of his biggest clients, and there was a lot of money to be had.

Evelyn watched Opie, from their one single mattress. Their one bedroom apartment barely fit the both of them, and it was in the worst part of town, but it was all Opie could afford. He was the breadwinner of the family, and his family only consisted of him and Evelyn.

She was only twelve, but acted like she were twenty. Too mature for Opie’s liking. β€œAre you going somewhere?” Evelyn asked, innocently. β€œJust somewhere I need to be,” replied Opie, not wanting to get into it more than that. She smiled at him, mischievously. β€œIs it a girl?” her legs kicked excitedly, hoping for some juicy gossip. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to play with her whims tonight. Opie turned to Evelyn, and gave her that, shouldn’t you be going to bed look.

β€œAlright, alright. Just asking.” She rolled over, unsatisfied with his response. She was bored and wanted to play with her older brother. She assumed he was probably going to one of his many jobs, but what she didn’t know was that his job entailed selling pot to spoiled rich kids. Something he intended to keep from her at all costs.

He turned the faucet off, and flung dried his hands. Bending down, he put a hand on his sister’s head and looked her in the eyes. β€œI’m going to go out for a bit. Make sure you don’t open the door for anyone. Call 911, if there’s any trouble, alright?” She rolled her eyes at him. β€œI know already. I’m not ten you know.” Opie smiled warmly at her.

Then he went over and checked his backpack. He opened it up. Instead of books, notepads, and homework, like you’d expect from a regular high school student, his was filled with grams upon grams upon grams of every sort of weed strain there was. He made a quick mental inventory check, going through everything he had: Blue Dream, Sour Diesel, Og Kush, White Widow, Gorilla Glue, AK-47, Trainwreck, Pineapple Express, Headband, Purple Kush, Maui Wowie, Afghan Kush, God’s Gift, Skywalker, Lemon Kush, Purple Urkle, Golden Goat, and White Rhino.

Then he picked up the baggies, to look under it. A Glock 19 was right where it was supposed to be. He never needed to use it before, but it was always better being safe than sorry in his line of work. Sorry meant you were dead.

He slung the backpack over his shoulder and left the room. He flipped open his burner phone. A piece of shit flip phone from the stone ages. Then he texted Lola. β€œOn my way. Leave the back gate open. Supplies are bumpin 2nite.”

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Character Portrait: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Opie Reyes Character Portrait: Danny Bennington Character Portrait: Moriah CalderΓ³n

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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 CalderΓ³n 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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Character Portrait: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Opie Reyes Character Portrait: Danny Bennington Character Portrait: Moriah CalderΓ³n 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 CalderΓ³n 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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Tony hated buses, and she hated them even more when she was drunk. They moved too fast, made a lot of jerky stops, and twisted and turned around the streets of Chicago, making her unusually nauseous and angry. So when they finally got down on their stop, Tony threw herself on the ground and started yelling, "ground! Fucking ground! I never thought I'd see you again,"
earning her a lot of weird looks from the people standing around the bus stop. They had reached the wealthier side of town, where most Dalton kids lived, so there weren't many using public transportation. Still, those few who did were a little bit too freaked out at the party girl hugging the floor.

Selena, Tony's friend, laughed loudly and grabbed the girl, pulling her off the floor, "come on baby, lets get to that party you so wanted to go to." Both started to walk and sing drunkenly, not caring what people thought of them. Normally Tony wasn't this drunk, or this crazy. Sure, she loved the attention it brought her, but she didn't like making a fool of herself either.

A couple of minutes after making a scene at the bus stop, and being the stars of several teenagers' snapchat stories who were lucky enough to spot them across the street dancing and yelling, Selena and Tony got to the party. To say it was crowded would be an understatement. It was fucking packed. And Tony loved it. Both girls giggled excitedly and made their way inside the house to look for more drinks and, of course, guys to make out with.

They danced, they drank, they had fun. And they never saw any of those stupid Dalton kids Tony hated so much. So far, she was enjoying herself a little bit too much.

After tiring herself from raging too hard, Tony decided to abandon her friend Selena, who had found a guy she liked and was currently flirting with him in hopes of hooking up later that night. Stumbling and giggling she walked outside to the garden, red cup in hand, and looked for a place to sit down and rest for a little. She was a little bit more sober but still way more drunk than she was known to usually be.

It was way out of character for her to get this wasted, but recently things had been rough in her house, and she needed a night to let lose.

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Jay didn't waste much time as the day itself got closer to the time for him to leave. He debated how to get up there and decided he would take the bus up there to the party. He gathered his phone and wallet and took off towards the bus stop. A part of him was excited about the prospect of hanging out with some people from school and it being his first Dalton party. He boarded the bus and off he went.
He finally got to the party around 10:15 as he had gotten lost as he rarely comes up this side of town. He took a minute to admire the sheer size of the house and saw that a lot of people were already in there enjoying themselves. Confidence was never his issue as he put his charming smile on and moved through the entryway. He nodded and said hello to anyone who looked his way. He never expected to turn heads but he was known as good guy. He smiled his way past the dancing and conversations as he made his way to alcohol. Surprisingly he had a very high tolerance for alcohol as he found out one night with a distraught girl. He took her out in a field to get over a lose of a family member and drank with her. He drank more then she did and he ended up walking her home as she was trashed.
He ordered a rum and coke and waited patiently as he enjoyed seeing all these people ignoring the normal staus quo of money and just having fun. Once his drink was made he of course sipped it and was mixed well. He smiled at the bartender and took his drink off to mingle smiling and greeting both people he knew and those he did not.

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Character Portrait: Lola Taylor Character Portrait: Danny Bennington Character Portrait: Moriah CalderΓ³n 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 CalderΓ³n 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"