asherwinstcn

[asherwinstcn]

who: @estelamajor where: study hall

Asher stares at the books on the shelf in front of him, raising his arms and crossing them over his chest. He brushes his tongue along his lower lip as he turns his head to look over his shoulder toward Estela. "What book was I looking for again?"

[asherwinstcn]

who: @destroyedalibis where: café

Asher plucks his cup of coffee off the pick up counter after they called his name. He walks over to the little shelf near it. He places the cup down and places his fingers around the lid, slowly peeling it up. He reaches for the sugar packets, picking up a couple. He turns his head to see Arden right next to him. "Hey," he nods. "I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?"

[asherwinstcn]

who — @delicateghvsts (Ava) where — a bar

Asher walks into the bar, his gaze drifts around the inside of the area. He's not sure if people will be talking about Lizzie or not. It seems heartless but he just doesn't want to hear about it anymore. He heads over to the bar, turning his head in time to see someone stomping away from a raven haired woman. He furrows his brows when he notices it's Ava. He moves away from the bar slightly, turning to face her. "You alright?"

[asherwinstcn]

Asher nods, leaning his head back against the brick building as his eyes drift up to look at the sky; it's in between the day ending and the night beginning. He pulls his cigarette from his lips, brushing his tongue out to wet his lips as he turns his head to look over at her. "Hard to tell," he shrugs. Maybe, he wasn't the best person to ask if Lizzie's grip on the world was tight enough for people to be crying a week later about her loss. He certainly felt like his life wouldn't change much, he could find someone new to keep his bed warm... Well, it's not like he was dedicated to sleeping with only Lizzie so it affects his life none. He would just have to find someone to bug like he did with her. "Love?" He shakes his head, placing the cigarette back between his lips. "I wouldn't say I loved her, no.... Did you love her?"

@paintedgxld

she shakes her head at his question, joint between her lips once more. "i don't want to be anywhere," she says through a light puff of smoke. and some may believe it's because of today's terrible news - but charlie had felt this way every day for a very long time. her eyes fall over him as he looks away, curiouser and curiouser. the way that he seemed so unbothered intrigued her, like this wasn't his first rodeo. "my purpose is to get as fucked up as possible and forget this day even happened... i wonder if everyone inside will forget about her in a week's time. or was the grip she had on this place so tight..." she trails off as she speaks, a delicate laugh escaping her lips. only two drinks before arriving here and she was already saying things she shouldn't. "who was she to you, anyway? would you say you loved her?"

[asherwinstcn]

Asher keeps to himself most of the night; which wasn't much of a surprise. It's typically the way he is during any and every party. He has mostly gone around, taken a shot here and there and somehow hasn't had to pull his wallet out once. Perks of being around the trust fund babies. He shifts through the crowd, a vodka bottle in hand. He must have been less coordinated than he thought because he was bumping into someone. He raises the bottle up to his lips, a slight smirk curving his lips when he realizes who he has bumped into. "Marina," he murmurs. "I think this is the first time I've ever heard you be annoyed bumping into me."

@sirengazed

who: any muse @asherwinstcn @shayannezhang where: the goodbye darty

marina was the type of person who knew how to play the social game, always keeping up appearances, always blending in. but tonight, it felt off. it dragged on, the energy around her growing more tiresome with every passing minute. with a sigh, she took another slow sip from her drink, the bitter liquid somehow matching her mood as she walked through the crowd. as she made her way through the maze of conversations, she bumped shoulders with someone, just enough to make her lose her balance for a second. fortunately, she managed to keep her drink from spilling, but that didn’t stop the irritation rising inside her. "I think the last thing anyone wants is a mess during all of this," she muttered, a subtle annoyed glance at the person beside her.

[asherwinstcn]

"You have a point." Asher nods, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a loose cigarette. He places it between his lips as he raises his eyes up toward her. "In love with Lizzie?" It was almost laughable. Even though he was hooking up with her once in a while, the idea of being in love with Montclair's golden girl was amusing. He chuckles lowly, shaking his head at her words. "I can say I wasn't in love with your sister... Hate to break to ya but she wasn't the picture of sunshine and rainbows she used to paint." He particularly enjoyed making her act out, the cheating on her boyfriend was a cherry on top for him. "Got shit spilled on me," he takes the hint and decides to move the conversation passed. "Other than that, it was a pretty good party."

@goodgrac3s

                 "to  be  fair,  none  of  this  was  in  anyone's  calendar."  though  her  tone  may  assume  that  of  a  reproach,  she  is  not  as  judgmental  as  she  usually  is;  only  bitter,  the  gal  clinging  to  her  throat  and  to  her  words.  "so  you  were  not  in  love  with  my  sister?"  she  can't  recall  seeing  this  particular  face  next  to  lizzie's  much,  but  who  knew  of  what  the  middle  harrington  sister  did  in  the  shadows?  eyebrows  raise  and  head  tips  in  a  nod  as  she  silently  agrees  with  his  mercy  of  keeping  her  from  talking  about  feelings.  those  are  secret  even  to  herself,  so  she  wouldn't  share  them  with  an  acquaintance  anyways.  "i  would  rather  know  that  you  enjoyed  yourself  yesterday  than  to  talk  about  my  dead  sister.  i'm  sure  people  will  flock  towards  family  to  know  of  details,  and  i  would  rather...not."  and  she  doesn't  care  if  it  makes  her  insensitive.

[asherwinstcn]

He wasn't stealing shots to honor Lizzie by getting fucked up. Everyone around him was so wrapped up in doing that, they weren't going to notice if he swiped a shot or two because it's free. Unlike most of the students at Montclair, the only reason he has been able to be at this school is because of his scholarship. Something he's sure Lizzie knew and was one of the reasons she was so wrapped up in him. He turns his head to glance around over his shoulder before his attention shifts back toward Ethan. "Keep 'em comin' is what I always say," he smirks. "I assume you say the same thing?"

@ethwood

Ethan had another round of shots all lined up at bar and ready to go, eying the guy who slid up beside him and snagged one. "Hell yeah, be my fuckin' guest, bro." Ethan nodded, practically handing the shot over to him himself. At least someone was on the same page as him — or at least in the same book, maybe the same library? Ethan didn't really know; he didn't read. All he knew was that he wanted to get shitfaced in Lizzie's honor because the best way to deal with your shit was to not. "Another?"

[asherwinstcn]

For him, it's a regular day. It sounds heartless, hell, maybe it is heartless but he's been through loss before. Loss more deep than a girl who kept his bed warm some nights. He mostly went for Lizzie because it was fun to get under her skin, rile her up. It was more a game than it was a relationship.

He places the empty shot glass down on the surface of the bar, his gaze shifting to the tray in front of her. Why did she order a whole tray if she wasn't going to participate in drinking any of it? He furrows his brows as he puts his arms down onto the bar top.

"If you weren't planning on doing any drinking... Why did you order all this?"

@delicateghvsts

After fleeing from the vigil and finding no better comfort in the solace of her dorm room, Ava decides to betray her better judgement and head the Hollow. The last thing she feels like doing is waxing lyrical about the 'beautiful and kind' person Lizzie was. It's not a secret that Ava was never her biggest fan, and it would be fraudulent now to sing her praises just because she's gone. But, the brunette needs to be swallowed by a crowd right now. Be just another solemn face, enveloped by louder voices.

She's gone. The thought tumbles around in Ava's head as she sits at the bar, her back to the congregation of mourners. It almost feels ridiculous to attempt to come to terms with. Lizzie was the omnipotence of Montclair. How can she just have disappeared like this? So simply human, in the end.

She barely turns her head at the comment, eyes fixed on the rim of the drink she's been nursing so long it's gone tepid in her hands. "Go right ahead," Ava murmurs with a permissive swish of her hand. "Take the whole tray if you want. I'm not having any."

[asherwinstcn]

Asher places the empty glass back down onto the bar, his head turning to look over at Christopher. "Really?" He reaches out and picks up the other shot glass, raising it up to his lips and tilting his head back to drink down all the contents of the shot glass. He furrows his brows as he puts the glass down, pushing both of them toward the bartender. He leans his arms down against the surface of the bar. "Why wouldn't you want to get wasted like everyone else here?"

@christopherbarnes

Had Christopher ordered these shots, or had someone brought them to him? He honestly couldn't even begin to say, but as Asher plopped down beside him and declared that he was stealing one, Christopher gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Steal them both for all I care. I don't want them." He answered truthfully. He'd already had his fill of drinks, and far from providing any numbing of the pain like he'd hoped, it had actually had the effect of making him feel more emotionally heavy than he'd felt before. Now, all he wanted to was to make sure he was sufficiently sober enough for the vigil later.

[asherwinstcn]

Scrunching up his nose at the bitter taste of tequila, Asher places the empty shot glass back down onto the surface of the bar. "Does my face tell you what kind of alcohol I would enjoy, Guzman?" He smirks slightly, slipping onto the stool next to hers as he lifts his eyes up to the bartender. "Whatever you got on tap is good," he places his hands down onto the bar, turning his head to look over at her then glancing back slightly to look around them. "You think everyone in here is actually mourning her or...?" He asks.

@estelamajor

at  his  comment,  estela  let  out  a  low  hum,  more  exhale  than  amusement.  she  glanced  over  as  asher  took  the  shot,  eyebrows  raising  just  slightly.  typical.  she  hadn’t  even  noticed  him  slide  in  next  to  her  —  too  wrapped  up  in  her  own  head,  still  replaying  the  moment  she  found  out  about  lizzie  over  and  over  again.  the  way  the  whole  campus  seemed  to  just  …  stop.  “didn’t  peg  you  for  a  tequila  guy,”  she  muttered,  forcing  a  faint  smirk  as  she  swirled  her  own  drink.  “guess  everyone’s  handling  today  in  their  own  way,  huh?”

[asherwinstcn]

Asher leans back against the brick wall, his eyes focusing on the space in front of them as he takes puffs of his cigarette. He nods his head, knowing certainly there were definitely people in there who probably hated the golden girl but were milking this for all the attention they could get. It would be obvious by all the ones who were overly crying and saying things like; omg I can't believe she's actually gone, you guys... I'm like so in disbelief. He rolls his eyes at the memory of the things he heard as he was walking out. He didn't really feel much toward Lizzie. She was just someone he was hooking up with because he was bored. It's fucked, yeah. But it is what it is. "You're probably right. If that's how you feel... is this really an event you want to be at? Listening to all those fake people mourn someone they didn't even like?" He tilts his head down to look at the ground as he flicks some of the ashes from his cigarette to the ground. "What's that?" He asks, glancing over at her.

@paintedgxld

"no, there's not," she mutters in response, taking a sharp inhale from the blunt between her fingers. "i feel like she had twice as many enemies as she did fake friends," charlie says after a moment of silence. her eyes flicker to him with a hint of curiosity. she wanted to know if this would take catch him off guard or not. though, a huff escapes her at his response, "fair enough." her gaze falls on the scene behind the bar windows. though tinted, she can see various shadows flitting here and there. "i'm only here for one purpose."

[asherwinstcn]

Asher nods his head, glancing around to look at all the other people in this bar. It seems bad but he's always been... indifferent when it comes to dealing with grief. He's not even sure he feels the loss within himself. But he's always been a little... broken. "Everyone deals with this kind of thing differently." It's the only way he can describe the crying, the yelling, the drinking, the laughing, the... everything that's happening in this bar. Every stage of grief is in the same space and he's honestly surprised no one has thrown any punches yet. In situations like this, some of the worst comes out. "The higher the better," he teases, turning his head to look over at her, watching her as she takes in the space around them. His head turns to look over his shoulder in the direction she's pointing out, a small smirk curves his lips.

Easy.

All he has to do is throw a little charm in and she's putty. It's an asshole thing to think about but it worked on Lizzie even though she had that puppy-looking boyfriend. "Alright." He nods, glancing back at her as he chuckles. "I think I can pull it off... This isn't my first rodeo." He plops off the stool and heads over to the blonde, slipping into the booth effortlessly across from her. He leans down on his arm and turns his head to look over at Nova, gesturing to her before he looks back at the blonde. It doesn't take him long to come back to her, slipping back onto his stool. "3...2...1," and right when he says one the bartender is setting drinks right down in front of them.

@falsealibi

nova  exhales  a  sharp  little  laugh,  shaking  her  head  as  her  eyes  find  the  empty  shot  glass.  she'll  need  another,  so  maybe  his  plan  does  have  some  merits.  "no,  just  ‘that  kind  of  night’  where  everyone's  main  focus  is  getting  wasted  enough  to  forget  what  we're  really  here  for."  her  tone  borders  on  sardonic.  "not  that  i'm  against  grabbing  another  drink  .  .  .  but  if  we're  targeting  trust  fund  babies,  might  as  well  aim  high."  she  leans  in  slightly  after  completing  her  scan  of  the  room,  voice  dropping  to  a  conspiratorial  whisper.  "third  booth  to  the  left  of  the  door—the  blonde  with  this  season's  chanel  bag.  daddy's  some  oil  exec.  never  orders  for  herself,  just  waves  a  hand  and  expects  drinks  to  appear.  and  she  barely  touches  half  of  them."  lips  curve  up  into  something  of  a  smirk  as  she  turns  back  to  her  new  companion.  "think  you  can  pull  it  off,  or  do  i  have  to  show  you  how  it's  done?"

[asherwinstcn]

"Also I don't apologize for death. There are not enough sorries in the world to make that shit better." He knew first hand. He brushes his tongue along his lower lip as he follows after her to the side of the building. He places the stick between his lips, lighting it up. He inhales a puff, pulling the cigarette from his lips and blowing out the smoke. He turns to look over toward the door, nodding his head. "You know how these things go. You pump people full of liquor they are bound to have a good time." He knew there were some people in there crying. He doesn't know why anyone would put alcohol and grief together. It's never a good combination.

@paintedgxld

"oh thank god," charlie breathes a heavy sigh of relief. her body physically relaxing as she listens to asher. her hands fiddle inside of her pockets as she struggles, at first to find her own pack of cigarettes, running low. "down to my last two," she smirks softly as she nods her head toward the side of the building before lighting up. "everyone enjoying themselves in there?" she motions to the bar, the music inside, a gentle hum from where they stood.

[asherwinstcn]

Asher steps out of the bar, letting the door close behind him. He reaches into his pocket to grab his pack of smokes. He pulls out the box and opens it... only to find it empty. He stares at it for a couple of seconds as if he's willing for one to appear. He exhales as he lifts his eyes to see Charlotte heading in his direction. Probably to join in the honoring of the dead party that's happening. He walks over to her, parting his lips to ask for a cigarette when she starts to plead. His eyebrows furrow as he turns to glance over his shoulder then shifts to look back at her. "You and Katherine seem to think I'm someone who cares about discussing feelin's." He murmurs, remembering the other blonde discussing how losing the golden girl was going to be everyone's personality... She wasn't wrong. "I was comin' over to see if you had a cigarette on you and if you would mind sparin' it."

@paintedgxld

open starter, on the way to the bar

charlotte delicately placed her sunglasses on, careful to use her hair to frame her face as she made her way down the busy street. it seemed many had gotten the memo to come to the bar for a drink, in honor of her dearly departed sister. unfortunate for her, since that's exactly what she'd wanted to do from the moment she got the news. numb her feelings, clear her mind. at least three shots would do it, and then she could leave. that would be the plan, until all the friendly faces recognized her. "please don't say you're sorry for my loss," she pleaded as they approached her. "if you want to make me feel better, you can buy me a drink."

[asherwinstcn]

Asher shrugs, placing the empty shot glass back down onto the surface of the bar. "Sharin' is carin', isn't it?" Of course, he doubts there are actually people out there who live by that. If they do, they are asking to be walked all over. He shifts to get onto the stool next to hers. He rests his elbows against the bar top, his head turning to look over at her. "That kind of night? As in being robbed of your drinks?" He smirks, turning his head to do a look over the place as well. He wasn't necessarily surprised most of the people on campus were here. He wouldn't be surprised if some people were able to get free drinks or even bottles. Must be nice to have money like that. His gaze drifts back to her, a chuckle leaving his lips. "I'm sure the trust fund babies are drunk enough for me to steal drinks for the both of us." His tone full of amusement. "Want to pick the target?"

@falsealibi

november  raises  an  eyebrow,  glancing  at  the  shot  glass  in  his  hand  as  she  leans  against  the  bar.  her  lips  curve  into  a  slight,  dry  smirk,  but  there  isn't  much  amusement  there.  "that  was  mine,"  nova  mutters,  voice  flat  but  with  a  glint  of  amusement  in  her  eyes.  the  brunette  takes  a  beat  of  silence  before  leaning  back  slightly,  taking  the  opportunity  to  act  like  she's  taking  note  of  what  the  drink  thief  looks  like.  "not  that  it  matters,  i  guess.  i  know  it's  that  kind  of  night."  brown  eyes  peruse  the  rest  of  the  crowd.  belligerent,  drunk,  and  wealthy.  "don't  tell  me  you're  planning  on  swiping  all  my  drinks.  a  trust  fund  baby  might  be  a  more  lucrative  target  for  you."

[asherwinstcn]

Asher presses his lips together, turning his head along with her to look at the crowd. "As much as I love being the center of attention," sarcasm fills his tone. "I don't think making my whole personality about mourning Lizzie was in my calendar." He clears his throat, shifting his attention back to the blonde. "It would be stupid of me to stand here and ask you how you were doin' too." He hated it whenever someone tried to talk to him about his mom. He nods his head when she asks about whether or not he was at the party. He remembers getting into an argument with Elias, not his shiniest moment. "I was," it would be dumb to ask her if she had been there since it was her party. "It was a good one," he pulls his hand out his pocket and places it on the back of his neck, "I'm shit at this kind of talk, I doubt you really want to even talk about everythin' happenin' anyway."

@pr3cisian

                 she  takes  a  step  back,  haulting  any  possible  collision.  eyes  still  squint,  even  though  the  man  refuses  to  ask  for  any  intel  —  is  it  civility  or  nonchalance?  as  much  as  she  would  like,  she  can  never  quite  keep  track  of  all  of  her  sister's  fans  and  alike.  "so  you're  not  about  to  make  your  entire  personality  about  mourning  my  sister?  how  uncouth  of  you."  brown  hues  turn  from  the  man  to  the  growing  circus  of  media,  full  of  monkeys  eager  to  milk  away  the  untimely  passing  of  montclair's  golden  girl.  "were  you  there?  at  the  party,  last  night?"

[asherwinstcn]

open — the hollow bar

Asher pushes open the door to the bar; it's packed. He should have been more prepared for that since he heard about the party through word of mouth. Everyone was getting together in honor of Lizzie. It was kind odd to walk into a party and not see her right away; the center of attention she was. He walks over to the bar, slipping into an empty spot next to someone. "I'm stealin' one of these." He mutters, plucking up the shot glass, raising it to his lips and tilting his head back to drink down all of it.