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coriknox‌:

“ eh.. ” cori shrugged, she weren’t sure she’d like their options. well that was a lie, kas was a bit of a hypebeast after all. with a smile she takes the drink sienna’s handing to her, taking a sip of it as they ascent the stairs and dodging couples who hadn’t been told to find a room apparently. “ it’s pretty uncomfortable. ” she agreed with a pout as she looked back down at her dress. still cute though. “ i could work with one of kas’s shirts probably. they’re not all bad. ” she claimed. sienna’s words urged a long sigh out of cori as she passed her in the doorway. “ yeah, i really don’t think he’d care. ” her words were laced with bitterness, unfortunately she couldn’t help but care what he thought but she also knew sienna would not get that, and maybe that made her the perfect person to spill it to. she had a way of snapping cori out of it. “ i mean when has he ever.. ”

         a manicured digit touches the cup in cori’s hand pushing it towards the girl again, “drink more,” she says easily with a shake of her head, “no pouting on my watch and there is a hundred percent no time to feel sorry for yourself. save that for four am and when you’re around your other friends.” her tone is light and teasing, not meant for cori to take them to heart. plus, anyone who knew sienna knew she had never been particularly good at consoling anyone. “there are seriously so many fishes in the sea here - take your pick. eenie, meanie, miney, moe - i’ll find you a hot model to hook up with up.” she filters in the room with cori behind her, closing the door after her. “see anything worth wearing in here? no need to be picky cori, i can find someone to take it off of you in under twenty.”

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trevhanson‌:

Trev grinned, returning her smile with an easy one of his own. “Sienna Valmont,” he returned, twisting in the lounge chair to give her more of his attention. She looked good tonight, but the same could be said about everyone– at the very least, the Hamptons knew how to make an effort, and it didn’t feel as though the effort was wasted at a party like this. He fiddled the juul between his fingers, looking over at her with a widened, toothy expression.  “And if I said it was mango?” Trev’s head twisted and he glanced at the pool, making out the outline of faces. His lips twisted in distaste before he turned, “Please tell me that isn’t Elias.” He shook his head, taking a pull. “I stole the pod from Lee, played myself.” Trev exhaled, “Though, there’s nothing wrong with smoking something that tastes like I’m taking a fuckin’ walk in the tropics from time to time.” He leaned closer to Sienna, laughing, “Secretly, mint’s my favourite. Gotta stay frosty.”

         green hues lifted to an onyx sky in mock-thought, lips pouting and head tilting to the side just slightly; enough to add to the facade she was currently tossing his way; “mango, hm. --- reminds me of an extra fun time in tulum. ” she answered coyly, “you can stay.” she looks back over to the pool, thankfully from where they sit, the neon lights that skim the pool don’t give them a crystal clear view. “would it surprise you?” she muses rhetorically, “he looks like a greek god - may as well do it how the gods intended.” she swivels her attention back to trev, nose wrinkling just slightly, “you ever have too much of a good thing? moment of silence for my love affair with mint juul pods that ended tragically.” she shakes her head, lips jutting out in a small pout as if she’s mourning the lost, before a glittering smile is overtaking her features. “--- great party by the way,” her eyes drift up to the palm trees that sway above them, before she’s raising a drink to her lips and taking a sip. “next time though -” she begins as she holds up her drink, shaking the glass lightly, the ice cubes clinking together, “you should add my drink to the menu.” she hadn’t been stealth, joining the bartender behind the counter to mix herself a hurricane of a concoction - far too impatient to way for her turn. “call it the kissing kate barlow cocktail. positively killer and absolutely poisonous.” a feline smirk curled onto her features as she raised the glass, giving a quick kiss and leaving a glossy red lipstick mark on the glass before holding it out to him. “wanna try?”

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kas-ottenheimer‌:

His head didn’t even complete the turn before there she was, Sienna Valmont with something in her hand, something that was now too close to his face; she literally seemed to come swimming out of the tightly-packed crowd, wearing a dress that glittered like the scales of delicate fish. “No comment,” he said dryly, palming the top of the microphone to give it a gentle push downwards, before looking at Sienna from the corner of his eye. She seemed unphased by his less-than-enthusiastic response; in fact, she seemed to ignore it entirely. Her hand went to his disorganized hair and he made a face, pulling back, the mild grimace of a child pulling away from a mother’s fussing. He’d endured enough people trying to pet him like a poodle over the course of his lifetime. “Someone’s gotta be at least functionally sober. I don’t think any of these models are CPR certified, do you?” The souring of his mood didn’t make him any less awareof  that it was lame, to be this person at a party, the one who stood off to the side with a clenched jaw and begrudged everyone else their good time. But two parties in one night was a lot to ask. Whatever made Trevor so at ease amongst so many people was something that Kas only had in limited supply: the willingness as well as the ability to be social. And once he ran out, no amount of alcohol or weed or cigarettes could truly substitute for it. Looking again at Sienna, he made an effort to relax his shoulders, let his expression lighten a bit. It wasn’t fully committed to a smile, but maybe… three-quarters of the way there. Will some asmr-r-r-r help you chill, or how about some shots-s-s-s? she whispered huskily into the microphone. Kas shrugged one lean shoulder, then sighed, the sound falling out of him heavily. “I’ll do a shot with you. Singular.”

        “tough crowd,” she says dryly into the mic, and its the way the mic distorts her voice that has her looking cartoon-like as a snicker bubbles out of her, her shoulders raised as her body vibrates with the sound and the motion.”the bartender is totally certified. he just injected me with a syringe filled with lime jello. vodka infused. i’ve never felt healthier in my entire life.” her tone takes on a dramatic tone in a classic valmont fashion - the entire family sharing a flare for the dramatics. “you have nothing to worry about.” while others may have been turned away by kas’ mood, sienna merely embraced it, there was a certain satisfaction in coaxing someone to have fun with her - even if it were for only a few moments of a long night. she noticed the way he visibly relaxed, and didn’t care to question whether it was real of if it was all for show and just to humor the girl. “okay, double shot it is,” the grin she sports is bright and infectious, as she tugs on his arm, leading him towards the closest bar and away from the chaos of the pool “i’ll even let you pick what kind we do and then you can lock yourself away in your room, if you want.” 

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julianblakes‌:

“ i might be.. ” he begins, quiet laugh leaving his lips “ — but i wouldn’t count me out yet. ” he says as if he’s got something up his sleeve. he did not. but he’d figure it out or wing it if he had to. he follows sienna’s gaze and looks back at blair, shooting her an innocent smile before continuing to walk. stealing sienna for moments seemed to be part of his specialty at this point. “ well… they’re close ? it’s a lot of testosterone for sure. — i don’t think i’m missing out on anything. ” he stated sure of himself, after all he was with a pretty girl and they were in a jacuzzi rubbing feet, he was perfectly content being with sienna. he looks her up and down as she mentions not having a swimsuit, not really seeing the issue, the alcohol definitely making him a little bolder as well. “ neither did i. ” he shrugs as he starts undoing the last couple buttons in his shirt. “ didn’t pick you as the modest type ? ”

        her eyebrows lift as she looks at the boy next to her, chiselled features illuminated by the moonlights and the fairy lights that lead the path towards the beach. she can’t hide the surprise that litters her features, or that her heart practically hums at the idea  - usually it’s her tugging julian full force into a world of chaos, which is why she doesn’t hesitate in the slightest as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. “why, julian - my mother would be absolutely scandalized to hear you don’t think i’m a modest young lady,” her words are teasing as her fingers toy on the hem of her dress, beginning to slide it upwards, her teeth find her bottom lip, biting the soft flesh in an infectious grin,  “i’ll race you there” she takes off without notice, shedding her dress off just a few feet from the ocean, letting it fall into a crumpled pile in the sand. she chances a look behind her shoulder letting a laugh dip out before she’s runs into the water - it’s freezing and refreshing and it’s the most she’s felt alive all night. 

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dakotafvller‌:

there was a elicited childlike excitement in her that came with the idea of a party. she was giddy, rocking back and forth on her feet, just at the thought of the amber colored drinks she’d toss down her throat, how she’d feel the linger of a hand on her lower back from someone, a stranger, that she’d pass in the crowd, how the invitation of a party came with the promise of a thrill. she was good with the highs, invited her vices to sit atop her shoulders like proud trophies, and it always felt like it would never end — the fun, that is. she never wanted the fun to end. she had separated from elias for the evening momentarily as they had first entered the party, only to really rouse her hair into something that looked less like they had just freshly fucked on the doherty sheets. adorned on the top of curled loose waves sat a pink cowboy hat like a crown, something she had stolen from a western themed party she had attended downtown about a month ago, bedazzled with the words “birthday girl” on it from the random model they had all been celebrating that night — she didn’t know her, not well, didn’t even follow her on instagram, but that didn’t matter — dakota had always been a plus one to those kind of events, and she tried not to think about that fact too much. she had made herself comfortable at the bar for some time, even leaning over it just enough for her cleavage to threaten to spill out of her mini dress just the right amount for the bartender’s green eyes to widen, his interest piqued. all the right moves and she had convinced him to let her bar tend for a few minutes as he stepped to take a smoke break, really only pouring fruity juice and hard alcohol into a shaker and making a concoction that would have her more fucked than she already was after flute after flute of champagne at the gala. she had sat herself on the tiled countertop of the bar, allowing her delicate fingers to pick at the maraschino cherries out of a glass container and drop it between her lips. “you tell a guy it’s your birthday and smile at him and he’ll let you take his job. you think if i flash my tits they’ll let me own the place, next?” her drunken mind, bubbling, inquired towards the face that stepped towards the bar, as she pulled off the sunglasses she had tried on that had been left vacant on the bar.

        she added to the stack of red cups currently being modelled to create an artful shape of a pyramid, her digits carefully placing it between two cups as if it were a house of cards about to collapse at any given moment. she’d been splashed from the pool on more than one occasion as she carded her fingers through damp waves, pushing them to the side as she made her way to the bar - a path she had taken more times than she could count tonight. “i bet you’ve made more tips than he has all night,” she muses grabbing a glass and sliding it in dakota’s direction, a silent request to fill her up “it’s totally the hat.” her tone is riddled in playful sarcasm as an infectious grin toys on her features. “--try it,” she says without missing a beat, “flash them, give them a proper shake. if they don’t give you the deed to the house - at the very least they’ll let you take one of the palm trees as a consolation prize. - i'll record the whole thing as proof of a deal. worst case scenerio pornhub tries to scout you.”  

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kas-ottenheimer‌:

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Midnight came and went. The Khadra twins finished their set with a crowd-pleaser, the O.C. theme song remixed EDM-style, and in the lull between sets, wordless techno pulsed through the speakers to keep the energy going. Strobes bathed everything in savage red and electric blue, acid green and shocks of pink. There was a chameleon quality to it. Kas felt that he could finally move freely, just one in a crowd of many, no longer obligated to suffer through small talk or feign interest in things which didn’t really interest him. He’d changed into jeans and a faded, canary-yellow T-shirt bearing a photograph of the Bad Brains circa 1986, his dark curls as unruly as always. Nothing on the surface differed from his usual, quiet cool— but still, he could feel that the gala had depleted something essential from him. The lack of it left him scarce, hard to engage. An observer on the edges of the party rather than an active participant.

At a certain point, he found himself leaving a conversation and looking up as a gust of wind filled the palm trees. Their fronds stirred slowly, as if underwater. This was supposedly his chosen lifestyle; this was the look of it, these were the people that populated it. This was a party he was technically co-hosting. And yet, he could feel his oppressive mood persisting like a heavy, low-hanging fog, no sun inside to burn it off. All he could think about was the massive clean-up he’d have to orchestrate tomorrow. Him, because who else? Not the Master of Ceremonies, who was currently pouring Tito’s across a line-up of shot glasses for some Eastern European models, their every rib visible in the neon light. A collective cheer rose from the sidelines of the pool and Kas looked away from the tops of the palms, arms crossed, just in time to watch someone take a running leap. Those already in the pool scrambled back to make room, before a sheer curtain of water sloshed over the edge and descended on the patio stones; what was left in the pool churned like sea foam above a sinking anchor. “Christ,” he said, half under his breath. It wasn’t clear whether he was addressing the nearest bystander, or simply the air. “Someone needs to be reminded that there’s no lifeguard on duty. And no EMT on standby, if they break their fucking neck.”

           the circular icon on her instagram was glowing ombre shades of purple, pink and orange from the collection of stories she was posting on her account. most recently, the last few included a bluetooth microphone she had found. a click would show her singing along to a britney spears mix, another click a mock interview with an outlandish question and one more click featured strangers confessing their undying love for a girl they just met. - she had of course coaxed them into it.

           she pranced around the party, holding the microphone and waving it around to whatever gaudy beat was currently pumping through the speakers. she would have ignored the giant splash in the pool if she hadn’t heard the christ that swept into her ear drums, the voice familiar and prompting the girl to come to a stop, green gaze flickering to the pool for a few beats before her attention falls onto the older boy. “do you want to use my mic to make an announcement?” she muses, waving it in front of kas’ face, “it’s tragically stuck in autotune mode but -” a slender shoulder lifts into a small shrug, “i think you could pull it off.” her eyes dance with mirth, as she takes a sip from her drink swallowing the laugh that threatened to spill. she eyes him through the rim of her red cup, “kas, your vibe.. i feel like you’re about to pop a fucking vein. are you okay?” a finger darts out to push out a stray curl on his forehead as if she’s expecting a harsh outline of a vain to be underneath. she pulls the microphone up to her lips, “kas,” she whispers, “will some asmr-r-r-r help you chill, or how about some shots-s-s-s?” this time she can't help the infectious laugh that splits through her lips, moving the mic in front of him, as if waiting for an answer.

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julianblakes‌:

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julian was so to say, buzzing. he’d had a couple of shots, definitely enough, and along with one of his mates they’d become unofficial beer pong champions. — undefeated at least within the ranks of his old soccer team and those who’d dared challenge them. to celebrate, — besides most of them not having won a thing, they decided to see how many of them could fit in the jacuzzi. in the turmoil of that they managed to shoo two very familiar faces out of the jacuzzi. his eyes settled on sienna, and blair for a second, he suddenly didn’t have the need to join in on the whole bro jacuzzi situation happening. he moved up to her, hand finding the small of her back as he leaned closer to her ear, “ sorry, they have no manners. ” he declared, sort of apologizing on their behalf for banishing the girls with their rowdy asses. “ fancy a swim ? ” he wondered, but didn’t give her enough time to even answer “ i’m just stealing her for a bit. ” he told blair, before guiding sienna towards the small pathway that lead to the beach and more importantly, the ocean.

        “jealous your team got me all wet, and not you?” she lifts her head to meet his gaze as he begins leading her away from the party and tucking them into a world of their own. the laugh that sits on the edge of her tongue dances with her tone before it’s being dipped and spun past glossy lips like a melody. she swivels her body, head turning to find blair’s eyes before she’s blowing kisses in the blonde’s direction, “au revoir, bear” she calls over the music, “if i’m not back in six minutes don’t come and find me” even as they pull away from the party, the bass follows them adding to the thrum in her heart. she sidles closer to julian, her hands moving to hold onto his forearm as bare feet trek in the sand, sand sticking to her toes with every step, still wet from dipping them in the jacuzzi. “all these girls prancing around and your team decides to have their own sausage party,” her nose wrinkles, “talk about team building - you sure you don’t want to join them?” her voice is teasing and song-like as she bites her bottom lip in a grin, “i didn’t bring a swim suit, you know.” 

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coriknox‌:

cori was thankful for the save and didn’t make a single protest as sienna came and tugged her away. she sure knew when to jump in. cori could talk to anyone and especially when she was drunk, but that didn’t mean she wanted to. “ they have some weird trends on the west coast, with their madame tussauds wax like asses, they probably don’t even wiggle. ” she stated with a shake of her head as she followed sienna inside the mansion. “ oh, right. you’re totally right. it’s just an airbnb though, i don’t know if they actually got any of their stuff here. ” she wondered, but shot sienna a grin after a moment of thinking it over. “ we can snoop around though, i need to keep myself distracted anyway. — and drunk, do not forget drunk. ”

       “i’m sure they’ve got to have something.. options, cori - even west coast boys have to have options,” she mused, lips flicking into a smile as she holds out her drink for cori to take, “i bet there’s a vibrant colored button up with a crazy pattern laying around somewhere, maybe a supreme t-shirt, or a classic wife beater that would make ryan atwood proud,” she lets out a laugh as she reaches the top of the stairs, careful to dodge the couple making out by the banister, “anything is better than walking around in a soaked tight dress. plus -” she pauses, tossing cori a look as she turns the handle to the first door her nimble digits land on, “imagine kieran’s stupid face when he sees you wearing some other guy’s shirt.”

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trevhanson‌:

This was his element. Trevor had slipped out of the suit that he’d worn for the gala and was now in something a little more comfortable— or rather, something that suited him a little more. A silk shirt careened down his shoulders, half buttoned and in an obnoxious pattern, his jeans were black and skinny. He kept the sneakers on from the event, the whole look ending with the sharp cut of red that made up the back of them. Already he weaved through the party, greeting those that he knew, (the Gerbers had made it and he gave them both a hug— despite the fact that Presley was a prick, Willow Barrett had managed to scrape together the money for an Uber and he’d brought a handful of Belgian boys from his management as well) and introducing himself to those that he did not. Trev cradled a glass in hand, the cocktail had a fun name, Rodeo Drive 75, and he sipped it as he picked his way through the backyard. This time, he’d brought his juul and its presence burned a hole in his back pocket, just begging to be used. Finding a spot, he sat on a lounge chair, glancing over at his neighbour for a moment. “You mind if I vape?”

         in the back of an escalade with windows tinted far too dark to be legal, sienna had traded in her auction dress for a shiny mini slip that swept around the room like a disco ball if the right kind of light hit it, and verged towards sheer when she let herself be illuminated by nothing but the moonlight or a camera flash. it was a dress that a 90′s kate moss would have proudly stumbled out of the club in. she pried herself away from the crowd -  pulling a pastel purple sobranie from her purse and balancing it between her lips before lighting it. she looked like she’d been plucked out of a movie under the neon lights,  she’d purposely chosen the lounge chair that housed the inflatable swan that had been pulled away from the pool, nestling herself in the middle of it and letting her legs dangle off the side. a pair of palm tree sunglasses pushed messy tresses back as she tilted her head up, exhaling smoke into the night air like a howling baby wolf, letting it dance with the steam from the jacuzzi. her hair moves lower down her back as she looks at the person behind her before there’s a bright grin that’s falling onto her lips, “trev hanson,” she greets, tugging the name out of her memory, turning to face him, her gaze skits around the boy’s prominent features, a face she hadn’t really seen since the yacht party. if it weren’t for the sound of his car roaring around the streets, she would have thought he had ditched the palms. “depends,” she teases green hues dipping down to the juul in his hand, before she meets his gaze again, “what flavor is it? if you say cherry or mint i’ll have to politely ask you to take your juuling over to the couple fucking in the pool.” she pulls the cigarette back to her lips, the color pairing well with her glossy lips that flare into a teasing smile. 

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coriknox‌:

cori was having a great time, surprisingly, well for her at least. she’d spent majority of the evening getting drunk and dancing with strangers. maybe it was the whole la feeling of the place, prompting her to let more loose than she might’ve otherwise, feeling like, hey nobody knows me here, except a lot of people did, but that had faded far back in her mind. — maybe also the fact that she wasn’t wearing a chainmail of a dress anymore. as she was dancing away from the makeshift dancefloor, she collided with someone else, managing to spill the remainder of her drink over herself. “ aw man.. ” she whined looking down at herself as her hands ran over the fabric of her dress, “ it’s my favorite. ” she sighed before looking up to put a face on the wall she’d collided with, a smile spreading on her lips at the sight of the familiar face, “ i should probably attempt to get it off. wanna help or just keep me company ? ” she wondered, even if it was old she’d rather not see it ruined.

         there’s a laugh that spills out as sienna swats away hands that fall onto her hips, trying to pull her back onto the dance floor; and the very second her laugh spins out, she sees it as if it's in slow motion and the sound that erupts from her is on purpose, making way for a soundtrack to cori’s collision and her drink toppling over. she breaks through the crowd, only half-listening to the conversation being shared between her friend and the girl she had bumped into, looping their arms together and tugging cori away. “god -” her tone drips with faux annoyance, as she leads them towards a staircase, in search for a bathroom that doesn’t house a line or a group of girls crushing up pills with a credit card and snorting lines through a hundred dollar bill, “you’d think all these instagram models would be a little more graceful but they’ve been waddling around like they got their asses done from a doctor on groupon who doesn’t know what proportion means,” she lets another laugh out, letting go of cori’s arm and moving in front, walking up the stairs backwards, “don’t you know the people throwing the party? toss off the dress and just borrow one of their shirts.”

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         while mrs. doherty called the attention of the guests, welcoming them to her lavish event sienna had found herself perusing the artefacts up for bid in the other room. heels clicked against the marble floor at a leisurely pace as she made her way around, green orbs taking in to admire anything that caught her eye, taking a sip from the champagne flute that dangled precariously through her fingers, the pale pink mark of her lips decorating the rim. she could just barely hear the opening speech, but she imagined key words like over joyed and humbled and for an amazing cause were making an appearance - a classic speech written in a format that was passed around to whoever was hosting a charitable event, keying in words like they were merely filling in the blanks. 

        there was no one around to witness the fall of aphrodite, if the crash was heard throughout the house - no one cared enough to find the source of it - which was a curious hurricane of a girl in a glittering dress. the room held no evidence of the broken bust other than a small white hand print on the side of the cloth that draped over the column she had been displayed on and the smudge of white that sat on the tip of sienna’s nose - which no one would question,  easily mistaking it from a careless trip to the bathroom. the bust of aphrodite and all her broken pieces, now hid under a table as if she had been banished by zeus, and in her replacement, sienna had placed a napkin she had kissed, leaving a prominent mark of her lips. flipping over the name plate and from bust of aphrodite it now became kiss of aphrodite written in her choice of lip liner for the evening. it was passable for modern art - the kind of art that took minimal effort yet sold for millions simply because a credible source had vouched for it. the room began to filter in and sienna took a step back, finger brushing at the tip of her nose, “what do you think -”  she asks as someone sidles up next to her, “you bidding on the kiss from the goddess of love and beauty herself? i hear it's worth millions.” her voice raises just a fraction, the sound purposefully making its way around the room, "-- a quentin fincher nolan classic." she says, sounding convincingly awestruck as if she didn't just slap together names of film directors and turn them into the next banksy.

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blalrs‌:

blair nearly snorts out a laugh at sienna’s words, the bright tinkering sound loud enough to draw another round of stare and glares. the women in question, the host of the nights most esteemed festivities is indeed sullying her designer ensemble with a scowl fit for a demonic entity. it’s quite impressive, something to rival her own mother. she spares a quick glance down at her dress, half expecting to see a red sniper dot dancing among the diamonds. she shifts on her heels and the subtle movement creating a ripple effect. the crystals in her dress shimmer like moving water, glittering beneath the ambient light. sienna’s is a perfect match, only magnifying the effect tenfold. “you think she’s mourning her youth or just pissed all eyes are on you and that dress?” she shakes her head, taking a moment to dunk another strawberry into the vat of melted chocolate. “i��m sure we’ll hear any second. these things are always so boring.” she drags the word out, stressing the vowels. she pops the sweet treat into her mouth, narrowly catching a stray piece of chocolate from falling with her tongue. “remember last year? we didn’t even make it past the hors d'oeuvres before we bailed.”

        she takes a thin stick, poking it into the marshmallow before sticking it under the fountain, and watching as the chocolate envelops it and slides smoothly down. she twirls the stick in her hand, waiting for the chocolate to dry, “it’s basically an extravagant pregame for us,” she says with a small laugh, the open bar was surely the next thing they’d be gravitating towards. getting behind the counter to help the bartender mix them a glass of chaos before the real party started. “you think if i slip the orchestra a couple hundreds they’ll do a fun, quirky cover of truth hurts?” the thought alone causes the girl to break out in a fit of giggles before it’s muted with a quick bite of the marshmallow. “--- my parents are here so the sooner we get out, the better. i mean, the woman sent me a black dress to wear tonight. i sent it over to the closest good will. why wear a boring black dress when i can wear this,” she shimmies slightly swinging her hips playfully and watching as the light reflects off the ice blue fabric encrusted with crystals - certain it’d look scandalously sheer under flash photography. "is your mom here, or did she pop a few too many xanax's after she saw what you'd be wearing?"   

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julianblakes‌:

「 • ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᶤᶰᵍ ⋮ @bvbyvalmxnt. 」

it was hard to ignore sienna valmont, even if julian actively tried. her laugh filtered through all the other noises in the room and the dress she was wearing seemed to catch every bit of light dancing around the room. sure the two of them had arrived together and he’d made sure to mention that she looked stunning, after picking his jaw off the floor. now he’d been watching her flirt with just about every other guy in the room, not to his surprise though, it was a natural part of her. maybe if he hadn’t been busy babysitting his brother’s fiancée, ‘cause he couldn’t make it himself, he’d been out there himself. now he decided to create himself a win win situation. depositing lily off at the bar and since sienna was there as well, on her own for a brief moment, maybe he could get some time with her as well. “ i’ll be right back. ” he told lily, shooting her a quick smile before he made his way over to sienna, his hand finding the small of her back as he leaned in close to her ear. “ i think you’ve managed to get everyone’s attention tonight. ” he mused, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, “ — so how do i get yours ? ”

        it’s a familiar voice that cuts through all the noise around them, his touch electric and letting everyone around them fade, focusing only on him as she leans back slightly into his touch, “you always have my attention,” she breezes easily, she’d always been so good at making someone feel like the centre of her world. turning slightly to face him, she grabs the two drinks the bartender had placed in front of her, “i was just about to come back with a drink for you. - and only you. is lily trying to make a move on you, tonight? or are you just trying to steal your brother’s fiance?” her lips upturn into a teasing smile before she’s letting a small laugh echo and dance throughout the room. she’d seen parts of julian for the entire night, her attention fleeting, fleeting, fleeting but always returning back to him like she was a wave of some sorts. she turns holding the two drinks in either hand, small purse too tiny for anything other than a travel size lip gloss and her favorite lip liner dangles off her shoulder. their bodies are only inches apart and she doesn’t hide the way her eyes dip down to his lips before her orbs shining with mirth swat back up to meet his gaze, “wanna take a walk outside?”

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nadiateymouri‌:

Nadia had lost Kas a while ago, he’d been drawn away by his crowd of loud friends and old family acquaintances, leaving her alone with a glass of white wine and her own racing anxiety. She hated this, and it showed in the way that she drained her cup, avoiding eye contact. Everyone knew each other, or way too much about one another, and didn’t find an issue in talking about it. It was the sort of place she couldn’t be sober, or without company, as it was far too easy to choose flight when it came to social interactions. A soft hand on her shoulder made her flinch, glancing over with wide eyes. It was her words that were crushing, forcing the corners of her plastered on smile to turn sharply downwards. “They’re saying what?” She didn’t have an idea who they were, but she knew this girl, Sienna— they’d met at the beach that one day. She’d made an effort to discover her name, despite how she was certain that she hadn’t caught her own. “But,” Nadia’s voice was quiet, almost stuttered, “They don’t even know me.”

        her words dripped with sweet honey and yet they were as sharp as a knife, and she could tell by the girl’s shift in demeanour - what little talent she was doing to keep her nerves at bay unravelling with every syllable that slipped past her lips, beautiful brown orbs widening wondering who could say or think such a thing. --- and the truth was - nobody did. or at least, sienna hadn’t heard of anything. it was almost too easy though, and if sienna wasn’t so bored of the usual crowd at these events, or if she even held an ounce of a conscience that wasn't reserved strictly for those in her inner circle or a cute fluffy animal - she might’ve felt bad. “they don’t even really have to know you.” she answered easily without missing a beat, “think hard. really hard about something you might’ve done last week - or fuck - maybe even a few months ago. something scandalous, jaw-dropping, crazy fucked up weird, that would make them look at you differently. anything come to mind?” she asks, but she barely leaves a pause to answer, before she’s letting another set of world pile onto the words darting into the girls direction, cutting through thin skin, “people remember.”  slender shoulders lift in a small shrug as she plucks two flutes from a passing waiter - offering one for the brunette to take.  

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         she was on the look out for a certain face, green orbs flitting around the room, craning her neck just slightly to look past shoulders, weaving around the a-list crowd, and even unknowingly sienna garnered the looks of those around her - as if she left a trail of golden honey and shiny fallen crystals in her wake, holding the kind of charm and magnetic aura that was undeniable and impossible to fake. her eyes landed on a familiar face - she wasn’t the person she was looking for but it was enough to divert her route. the girl in question stuck out in a way that was different than the fiery girls that she normally ran into at these kinds of events. meek. shy. quiet. standing next to a group, yet not in it fully; as if she standing there waiting for someone to take notice of her - waiting for the opportunity to put an input into the group’s conversation. she stood there, looking as if she was waiting for someone to tell her what to do or to give her something to do. “hey,” sienna greeted sliding up to the girl placing a dainty hand on the girl’s shoulder - “i wouldn’t worry what anyone else is saying about you.” her words were soft, but her eyes danced mischievously - like she had found a toy to play with and to occupy her time until she found the person she was looking for. her hand moves from the girl’s shoulder, falling over her own chest, fingers grazing over her heart, “honestly, fuck them. i personally don’t have a single problem with you being here.”  @nadiateymouri

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          her breath smells of peppermint and tequila, she’s in the middle of popping the gum between her teeth as she turns on her heel away from the open bar and bartender - looking every bit like a rogue ballerina trying to escape from a music box, she spins and collides but recovers quickly as her arm slings around the person’s shoulder, acting as if she had meant to latch onto them the entire time “ah - just the nia bear i was looking for ” it’s a bright and convincing smile that overtakes her features - and one, had nia not known her as well as she did, might have believed.  she lifts the hand holding her drink, tongue darting out to catch a droplet that slides down her thumb - the only damage from the tiny collision between them. “you bid on anything yet? i tried to bid on that hunk of a security guard standing next to that painting of horses elon musk is nutting over but i think milfy mrs. collins might have beat me to it again.” @banksnia