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Connelly gives another knock at the door, half wondering if this was the right address as he clutches the bag full of Throwback to Camping Days shit, along with some more Adult beverages because this was the Remixed version of Camping, wasn’t it? Internally chuckling because it almost sounded like some sort of euphemism for a threesome, but no, really...taking a look around him at the little neighborhood, it was...not what he expected? Or maybe exactly what he expected? He muses, as the memory of how Sullivan’s was always Their Place back in Good Old Boston, and this place served Verrrrry Sullivan’s vibes if the memories of the first time he had ever gotten Smashed For Real could be trusted, before he hears a voice cut through, a bit muffled, through the door, but yeahhhh, that was Thacks, a little almost...cheesy, if he was going to indulge himself, half grin crossing his lips as he hears that he had to finish...taking a Shot? Well, what the hell, if he wanted to get the party started early, so be it, Connelly muses as he gives a quick wave to his assistant as he gives a wave to his assistant, and more importantly, his Vintage Bravo, always a perk of being back in the city, being able to take Her out...

The Con is On [September 1, 2021]

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Emerson indulges the warmth, the mmmmm, the indescribable sensation of…oui oui, how does one say, le livre de l'âme* as his lips trail sensually along Ray’s neck, paying close and careful attention to how he was reacting, wanting to bring out the most mmmmm worthy shit he could in the small amount of time they had left before…before…what were they doing again? Mmmmm, je ne sais quooooi, it not seeming so important right now, when he was here, in this moment, with Ray, leaning a breath away from his ear, to whisper lowly, sensually… “Est-ce que c'est bon?”** Thrusting juuuuuustttt so, as he speaks, before his tone softens a bit even as his words still come out low, breathy, “Je vous aime,” a sincerity, warmth moving through his tone, as he feels….mmmhhh…a near indulgent headiness of sensations moving through his body like haze on a summer day—l

—before a sharp KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK cuts through him in his consciousness, realizing…..shit, fuck, “Damnnnnn,” the third word in that train of thought escaping through his lips, not really wanting to stop, but like…he had to…Right? “…Is that Connie?” He breathes to Ray, fuck, was it really That Time already? Shit, glancing over at the clock on the dresser only to realize…Connie was early, fuckkkk, Why, Connie? He internally bemoans, half wishing he could just like…come back Later, or something, mmm…

*soul pound

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connellyprice · 4 years ago

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A twitch of a playful smile moves onto Connie’s lips in spite of himself, in spite of the butterflies flying around the pit of his stomach like someone had let loose all the sugar water in the world and they were almost ready to burst out and go totally feral, before the little smile slides upwards as he moves to take the cheese cubes out of his pocket, wrapped in a napkin to preserve them and their cheesy, cubey integrity, presenting them as an offering to Mars, “Will These do?” He inquires with a playfully regal flair, miming a curtsy while still making sure he was holding the precious, precious cargo that was the napkin full of cubes...

TB: One Last Night/Marion Was Here [May of 2015]

- Emerson & Thackeray’s Senior Prom -

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connellyprice · 5 years ago

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When You’re Drunk and Can’t Find the BF [February 1, 2020]

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Connelly, Connelly, that was a funny nameeeee, swayyyyysss a bit back and forth as he tries to look for Rei in the crowd of people in the nice ass club they were at in Thailand, so many people, so, so many, but none Reiiiiii...a hopelessness moving through his drunk thoughtssss as he feels his brows softly knit in spite of himself even in spite of the bad bitchhhhh image he was supposed to be keeping, he was in publicccc, and rocking a sleek black, low cut suit that was cut perfectly to show off his bodyyyy, bodayyyyy, with the electric yellow stripes along the edges with the words of each component of the suit written in quotations on them to add that extra bit of edgeeee to what might otherwise be a sexy low-cut version of a classic look (tm), remembering he was too sexyyyyy to be depressiiiiii, even though he the despairrrrrr was there, because he had lost Reiiiiiiii in the club, the soft crease doing a quick Exit as he does his best to Compose himself, though allowing for doing a dramatic lamentationnnnnn in his mind as he sways a bit, before his drunk mind decides to Work a bit more in the moment and remind him...oh, phones exist, moving to text Rei to ask him where he wasssss, the club was so large and vasttttttt, the memory of the Mr. Krabs and Spongebob separated video coming backkkkkkk to him in spite of him from way back in the recesses of his memory, it was himmmmm, except he made it sexy, but still, continuing to try and Focus, focus, on getting this text Reiiii, a stove, is a stoveeee, no matter where you goooo....stopping just short of humming it out loud as he flashes a brilliantly radiant smile towards a few people looking his way who seemed to recognize him...way less than in the States it seemed but still there were a few and he had an Image to maintain...

#( * rps. )#( * rps: reiner kingpayom. )#( * starters. )#( * in progress rps. )

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connellyprice · 5 years ago

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TB: Like the Breakfast Club? [October 29, 2010]

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- Eighth Grade -

Connie whistles the little bit of Salt Shaker aloud as he makes his way with Ems and Thacks to....ewieeee...detention, the word itself causing him to visibly cringeeeee, his full on grimace bearing the metal in his mouth, and on a Friday before Halloweeeeeen, no less, ughhhhhh...Thacks’s face was so funny, how could he Not Laugh? It just happened to be in the middle of class and he didn’t meaaaannnn anything by it, but the teacher just like...didn’t Get It, teachers never Got It around here, they were just...so stuffy and boring...hoping the detention teacher wasn’t...bleughhhhh, this time trying to better stifle his grimace as he takes in Coach, praying internally to God and Baby Jesus and Regular Jesus that they wouldn’t be running Laps, ew, he hated Laps, he always got out of breath and felt all sweaty and gross and slow and just...please no...before he...almost...Almost...gives a sigh of relief that they were on Cleaning Duty, before he realized how much he hated cleaning, too, ughhhh, so boring, so Hard, almost wanting to Cry as Coach hands him a Mop, yuckkkk, this was going to take Foreverrrr, were they even gonna get to do the super cool Halloween’s Eve Eve spooky extravaganza thing he had planned...? Shit, shitttt, he was allowed a Shit in this kinda circumstance, plus his parents and boring teachers weren’t in his Head so he could say It...looking at Thacks and Ems with his big sad puppy dog eyes, trying not to Cry and just kinda...glad they were here With him for this even tho it Sucked, too, that they were all stuck here because he had a loud annoying laugh...before he realizes that...there was someone Else in detention with them, as he meets eyes with...kinda cool, like a kaleidoscope...feeling his heart do something...a lil bit weird that he doesn’t qut get before realizing he was staring a bit too long, turning awayyyy andd giving Ems and Thacks both a slap on the backs, beaming out a metallic smile in spite of the situation. “Well, let’s get Moppin’!” He declares, even tho...Moppin’? Really, Connie? Causing an awkward chuckle to escape from his lips, instinctively looking at the Guy out of the corner of his eye to see if he had...heard the whole dumb thing, even tho he totally pretends like he Wasn’t Looking, keep it Cool Connie, cool like a cucumber...

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Plus Les Choses Changent...? [January 12, 2020]

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- The Night of Ksen’s Senior Art Show -

Connelly confidently strides into the venue, dressed in a clear plastic suit encircled with "connie” layered over it as it encircles the garment, and him, the hot orange neoprene speedo and sharp heeled boots that made him tower over his already commendable height being the pops of Color and Coverage to the ensemble that showed off his well-sculpted body, the complementary shades with hot orange lenses covering his eyes, making his way in like it was a runway, taking in all the eyes on him even as he feels the little bit of something he snorted before to numb the whole...feeling, that came with digging back into shit that should have been allowed to rest, dredging up the people he cared about for some kind off...bullshit...not quite doing as much as it was supposed to, still feeling the white hot flash of anger, and...sadness, in the pit of his stomach, somewhere deep down under the radiance and confidence with which he made his way into the art venue, scanning his eyes for...this Girl who...was trying to fuck with him, in one of the last ways he really...could be fucked with any more, even as he...his eyes catching a panel of the comic on the wall, this...version of him, this fictional...bastardization of some of the best memories he had, that he still clung to dearly, somewhere in the pits of him that he didn’t let Show any more, that the public didn’t have a Right to, that he wanted to keep safe and sound, deep within him, where no one could Hurt it, but...there it fucking was, cheapened, diluted, and repackaged into something...he recognized but fell somewhere into uncanny valley that made him feel...eugh...almost wondering if he should make a quick stop to powder his nose in the bathroom but also half wondering why the hell he was even here, what possessed him to come here, even as he flashes a wink at the two women who had stopped to admire his outfit, keeping the firm split between “Connelly” and Himself to let everyone had what they wanted, continuing to radiate his energy and flair outwards even as inside, he half felt like he could...puke, blowing the women a quick kiss and waving goodbye before...his breath nearly catches in his throat as he sees...the whole veneer almost falling, for a moment as he...takes in these two people, who seemed so familiar and so...foreign all at once, almost...hauntingly so, was it really Them? as this...nervousness, he hadn’t felt in such a long time, a fucking long time, moves through him, as he...takes a swift, silent breath, when no one was looking, remembering that Thing, he used to say, what was it, about Little Connie...listen to Little Connie...and Little Connie...missed his best friends, and wanted ✨ Bad Bitch ✨ Connelly Eagan Price to Know That, smiling that dorky ass little smile up at him in the back corner of his mind while also giving him a rough clap on the shoulder, Don’t Screw This Up, Okay? The bright, cheerful laugh ringing in his ears as Little Connie flashes him a quick peace sign, yeah, yeah, a little softness crossing the edges of his radiant grin as he...makes his way over to the two of them, over at the snack table, snack table, oh my god, were there cheese cubes? He has to think with a hint of amusement under it all, even though he hadn’t had cheese in Years, knowing Little Connie would have gone HAM on free cheese cubes, moving to take one of the glasses of champagne from the table as he moves to easily, confidently, naturally slide into place beside the two men, casually, “So...the Economy,” he declares in his best regal air, almost like his father, wow, swirling the champagne around, feeling the little bit of dweeb spilling out from under the surface along with those damn nerves he had forgotten even existed for so long, before he...pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head as he...looks at them more fully, his whole little jokey joke shtick falling by the wayside as he just... “Ems and Thacks?” He asks, his voice coming out more...vulnerable, than he wanted it to, than he had ever heard in a while, a little bit of...Old Connie, Little Connie almost speaking Through him in the moment as his brow softly creases as he...just...feels a little bit of something, something of a feeling, moving in his heart that felt...weird..and good..and bad, all at the same time, feeling...both at home, and like an imposter, all rolled into one as he takes the two men in.

#( * rps. )#( * rps: ray vennett. )#( * rps: emerson vennett. )#( * replies. )

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Something Scary [ March of 2015 ]

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Con lightly sucks on his lollipop, strawberry - blessed be the flavor gods today, as he swings his long legs back and forth, stopping them just before the brick ledge he was sitting on near the shared parking lot of Charleroi Prep and Charleroi Girl's school - the only thing they seemed to share, with Jesus not wanting everyone to get Cooties, or whatever, finding the whole thing kind of Silly but then again, what wasn't in this town? Con muses as he sucks on the strawberry goodness, his gaze panning upwards towards a cloud that looked kind of like an angry cat, the thought causing a toothy, metallic grin to spread from his lips before a thought jolts in his mind that maybe lollipops weren't Great with braces, before realizing...he'd rather Die and live his best lollipop life than live in a world without sweet strawberry candy, closing his eyes as the grin spreads further, the cool March air feeling nice, really, like a warm hug from Mother Nature with that brisk bit of matronly coldness that moms were just...kinda like? He guesses, the thought causing a bit of a twinge to move across his lips before shifting back into their upright and locked smiley position, because today was a good day, a Damn Good Day, take that Mrs. Fields, and your inability to read minds, he muses, his blue eyes opening to take in Mari above him, as he reaches upwardssss towards the sky, giving her a quick wave, pulling his hands above him as he fully, slowly stretches, feeling the crack of his joints, the gooooood stuff, the metallic grin slowly spreading before he removes the lollipop from his mouth with a triumphant pop, offering it to Mari. "Want some?" he offers, before he remembers the Piece De Resistance of the day, the newest, shiniest, goriest, entry in their list of Horror Movie Nights, pulling the obscure title out of his bag as he circles his hand to present it in full. "Tah dahhhh!" He announces, allowing her to take in the title, giving her a few small, playful nudges. "I meannn with a name like Chainsaw Purgatory Nightmare V, it Has to be good, right?" He offers, clicking his tongue at the Sheer Fact of it all as the smile dances on his lips, before placing it back in his bag, decidedly bounding off the ledge as he looks up at Mari, the toothy metallic grin beaming in full force as he takes his car key out of his bag, his new...baby? No, that felt too...wait, his new...friend, car friend, that his dad got him after finally, FI-NAL-LY, passing his driver's test after botching the parallel park part, the lit-eral worst, three times before as his eyes alight with an excitable, maybe even a litttttlle bit mischievous, light. "But first...Do you Trust Me?" He asks, crescendoing his words in a light, musically playful sing-song at the end, continuing to spin the key as he waits for her answer.

Mari moves to return the texts from Siggy and her mom as she walks forward, coming face to buuuuuulb with the sticky lollipop, whacking Connie's hand out of her face, "Don't be grossssss..." She admonishes, as she turns her attention over to the title, and along the new shiny car, a slow curl appearing along the edges of her glimmery, glossy, lips. "Think the question is: Do You Trust Me? Answer: Duh, with my lifeeeeeeeeeeeee...so ahem....?" Mari swiftly corrects, taking on a spot-on impression of him, cocking her hip to the side as she moves to tryyyyy to grasp hold of the keys a bit, before wiggling her fingers for him to drop them down into her hand.

"Duh, duh," Con replies back, giving Mari a swift but light nudge of his shoulder, playfully swirling the keys still in on his index finger before...his blue eyes alight with an idea as he claps his hands together in excitement, only to forget that the Keys were on his finger, them jabbing into his hand, oww...but still! "If you let me do the driving to my house so Mrs. Fields doesn't kick my....ass," he drops after looking over his shoulder to make sure her spoopy...ass wasn't about to Pop Up at the worst time to clear her throat and whack him with a citation, which she always seemed to be able to do, so eerie..."I'll let you teach me the Real Way to drive when we get to my house?" He offers, a metallic, wide, glimmering smile spreading across his lips as he holds out the hand with the keys to shake in Compromise.

Mari watches the inevitable happen, closing her eyes as she shakes her head a bit, "You're actually Hopeless....I swearrrrrr..." She sighs out, with a barely concealed snort, hearing the counter-offer causing her to squint her eyes appraisingly trying to suss him out for a beat, slapping the side of his Opposite hand, "Fine. But, just know I'm holding you to It, and if you don't make good, *I'm* going to kick your ass instead." She succinctly declares, walking to the passenger side of the door, waiting for him to unlock it before she opens it, "Same goes for if you kill me, on top of the haunting your ass is due for..." She adds as she slips inside the car, dropping her book bag onto the floor, as she turns to click her seatbelt, waiting for him to get in and get it rolling, silently admiring the newness of the car, a bit of want drifting into her.

A warm chuckle moves through Con as he hears Mari's words, twirling the key in his hand before pointing his lollipop at her. "Would a Hopeless Person...have a strawberry lollipop, though? I think not," he replies, putting it back into his mouth with a decided pop, sucking on the flavors, before slapping Mari's hand in affirmation. "May I choke on my lollipop and have my ass fully kicked and become the next horror movie subject so that everyone will know the Horrible Fate that befalls people who don't stay true to their word to you," he affirms, moving to playfully slap the other side of his hand as he moves into a little impromptu handshake, before popping out his lollipop, letting out a small, Shocked gasp, like one of those southern belles who was accused of having an affair with the preacher man, Why I Never..."Le Gasp, I am a Good Driver, who told you Otherwise? Those parallel parking people at the DMV? Pshawwwww," he lightly scoffs, the grin tugging upwards on the right side of his face, as he plops into the car, fishing his sunglasses out of the glove compartment, placing them on his head as he slowlyyyy dramatically tilts them down, revving the engine as he gives Mari a toothy, metallic grin, popping out his lollipop. "Let's do this..." He looks around twice, to make sure Mrs. Fields wasn't about to pop up, "...shit," moving to place his lollipop back in its wrapper, setting it in one of the drink holders, before holding up the Aux Chord. "Do the Honors?"

Mari squints her eyes again, this time in obvious judgement, knowing he knew lollipops had fuck all to do with anything, the dork. Closing her eyes as her tongue lightly, briefly, glides between her lips, trying not to laugh at him, knowing it would only encourage his goofcannery, softly opening her eyes as her flit of a s...no, disappears, taking hold of the cord, plugging it into her phone as she pushes her lips to the right side of her face before picking Act a Fool, leaning over to turn it up some more, shooting Connelly a Look, "What else do you have in here?" She asks, turning to look around for a candy stash he had to have around....somewhere.

Con feels the song kick in, the grin spreading across his lips as he moves to roll down the windows, letting the bass move out, bopping his head as he begins to pull out of the spot, jolting a bit as he almost, almosttttt, pshhh, totally didn't Almost, nick Worthy's car parked next to him, before becoming more steady, solid in his exit from the spot, moving to shift the car into drive and head out, starting to mouth the words to his song before taking in Mari's question, instinctively moving to take his one hand off of the wheel to snap his fingers as he tries to Think It Through, letting out a hum, before remembering the Best Thing he had in the car. "There's a...Gummy Pizza in the glove compartment," he remembers, not remembering exactly Why he had bought it, it feeling like a Fever Dream Impulse kind of purchase from that one candy shop in Downtown Charleroi...the thought...the thoughhhhht...sparking an idea as he dramatically tilts down his sunglasses. "Put on Candy Shop, we have to make a Pit Stop," he announces, catching sight of the turn he had to make to get to the True Mecca of Downtown Charleroi, Pop's Candy itself.

"Say Please." Mari enforces back, shooting him a challenging look back, once she pops open the glove compartment finding and beginning to unwrap the gummy pizza.

"Pretty pleaseeee with a cherry on..." Con playfully makes a dramatic popping sound with his tongue to accentuate his final words, flashing a toothy grin at the end of it to finish it all off, "top?"

Mari plops the pizza into her mouth, slowly chewing it as she seems the colorfully metallic grin beaming at her, her lips briefly twitching at the sides as she takes hold of her phone scrolling to the song, responding to a text as she hears the familiar instrumental begin.

Con's grin only grows as he hears the song begin to play, moving to bob his head to the beat as he starts to sing along to it, getting into it, half focusing on the road and half on Mari as he has fun with it, moving to fish the lollipop out of its resting spot as he starts singing to hold it up to Mari like a microphone, lightly wiggling his eyebrows as he looks at her, the metal in his mouth peeking through as he does so.

Mari looks between the road and Connie as he does his goofy little thingggg...a smile slowly drifting it's way alongggg...until she sees the lollipop, fully rolling her eyes, as she smacks his hand, "Stop being Dumbbbbb..."

“What do you meannnn, it’s a microphoneee...” Connie playfully teases out, moving to sing into it a bit himself, before offering it out again, the smile curling upwards.

Mari wraps her hand around Connie's hand, getting into the beat of the song, "Fuck youuuuuuuuuu," Mari musically sings as she leans in close to the Mic, carrying a few more rifts through.

“Told youuuuuu It was a microphoneeeee,” Connie teases back as he hears the singing, beaming out a metallic smile, before...attempting a parallel park like...three, four...times, who was counting, haha, finally Getting It, doing a little fist pump as he finally Nails It, getting out to put some money in the meterrrr, before happily heading inside to the candy wonderland that was Pops, beaming up at Pops himself as he leans on the counter. “The Usual, plusssss, whatever she wants, plussss surprise me,” he adds with a playful little wink at the end.

Jožef wipes down the counter as a warm smile crosses his lips as he sees one of his regular customers, his eyes twinkling with a soft light as he moves to pull the signature order from memory, placing it on the counter before him so he could let Connelly take it all in to make sure it was All There, before turning his attention towards Connelly's friend as he leans on the counter. "What can I interest you in?" He asks, his Slovenian accent coming in a bit thick as he gives her a friendly, warm smile.

Mari moves out of the car adjusting her low pony some as she catches sight of herself in the shop window turning her head to peep from both sides before making her way inside giving a loose shake of her head at all the Plusssssssses overlapping over each other in his little dorktastic excitement. So Connie. Her gaze slowly scouring the candy shop hmmmm, “Do you have the little fireball candies?” Mari finds herself asking not remembering What they were Called exactly but remembering Gio had brought them back one time...hmmm...”Or sour apple blow pops, I’ll taaake Those too, if you do.”

#( * rps. )#( * rps: mariella de luca. )#( * g0 rps: jožef janša. )#( * tbs. )#( * in progress rps. )

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Last Bullshit of the Year [December 31, 2019]

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Connelly takes one last hit as he breathes deeply in, closing his eyes as he tries to...relax into the New Year’s Mood, reclining back in the bathrobe he was wearing as he runs his hands through his freshly cut hair, trying to Feel It, Feel It, But...the nagging of the...fuckery still moving through him, rubbing raw somewhere inside of him where he thought the sadness had healed over, causing a pang to move through him, just...deepening as he sits there, causing him to pout his lips a bit as he picks up his phone, his fingers moving downward, downward, until...he finds one contact, the memories of the name causing a half smile to tease on his lips, before he remembers those words from so long ago, feeling like...he had to keep doing Right by his friend, going with what Felt Right, moving forward, but also making sure he was Doing Right by him, doing right by his Memory, and...this felt Right, whereas the whole...other shit felt Wrong, and no one else would be able to understand like Mari could...Moving up from his spot on his couch in his eclectic, yet stylishly decorated condo, he moves to fish out a crop top and some form-fitting Neoprene Shorts, a Look Enough for now, at least an upgrade from the Bathrobe, still having to change into the full ensemble he had planned for the New Years Party, lightly tapping his fingers on the spacious barroom counter after exiting his closet as he searches for the thing he was looking for, a sparkle moving through his eyes as he finds the container of glitter one of his friends had left over before, moving to take it out of its place as he makes his way to his bedroom, plopping in it, before taking some glitter out of the container, releasing a small breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he dials the number to FaceTime, moving to blow the glitter in full flair before revealing a dazzling, warm grin as he looks at the other end of the screen. “Happy Happy New Year, your boy Connie P coming at you from the East Coast...Plot Twist, with some commemorative glitter, as is a Necessity. It’s been too damn long,” he remarks, a lightness dancing in his tone as he feels the nostalgia of it all, letting the glitter fall around him, it really feeling too damn long, pretty sure he hadn’t gotten to see her in person in like...Forever, and the last time they had texted closer in time, but still a while back.

Mari lets out a deep breath of air as she leans back along the cool stone, having needed a breather for just a seccc, the boom of the bass still audible even as she swallows some her mouth dry, and her skin so soooooooft, and tingingly, she realizes a small chuckle rising out of her as she swallows again hearing her phone, in her hand, sliding it up and open as she squints at the screen, "Who the fuck are youuuuuu?" She asks, another laugh cutting out of her, trying to....wha?

Con lays back on his pillow, holding the phone up as he takes in Mari and how different she looked, but...a half-smile peeks through onto his full lips, displaying his now perfectly straightened and whitened teeth, as he notices how happy she looked. "I'd say I'm a bit Shocked you don't recognize, me, Matt from Chainsaw Massacre V through VII, but also I Don't have my trusty hammer that I somehow thought would stop the mass-murdering, chainsaw weilding serial killer? But that's on Me," he offers, resting his hand on his chest in Acknowledgement of his Fault there, referencing the hapless main character from the fifth through seventh installments of one of their favorite horror movies from back in the day as his lips curl upwards a bit. "Though I've also heard some people call me Connelly Egen Price," he offers, rolling the name off his tongue with his own faux-slant on that Way Worthy always rolled his full fuckin' name off of the tip of his tongue like it was some sort of ballad or proclamation in of itself. "But you're right, who the fuck is That? Only Real Stans know Connie."

Mari's head twitches to the side as her mouth opens again in a bit of shoooocccck, tossing her head back in a roar of laughter, "Shuuuuuthahahthe FUCK upppppp!" She cries out, looking further at the screen, as she feels her back bounce off the wall again, "Bulllllshitttt..." She calls out, without a shadow of a doubt, pressing her shimmery lips together a bit. "Wait, East Coast...whhhhhere?" Looking suspiciously around, and beside her.

“I know, Right? I’m still alive, by the will of my trusty hammer, in spite of the odds and chainsaw murderers running loose, Matt is Killing It out here,” he offers, flashing an easy smile and a peace sign before throwing in that Wink that Matt always did to his Girl of the Movie rightttt before she would always walk right into the path of Mr. Chainsaw himself. “Likeeee....” Con Pops his tongue before delivering his Final Answer. “Tribecca, New York east coast? And will be at Pure tonight, if you’re still out...?” He ventures, a half-smile tugging on his lips as he makes the offer. “There’s also something else that, like...you’re the only person I really trust with, but...that can wait until after we celebrate this...Fucking bomb ass new year that 2020 is going to be off right, right?” He offers, accentuating the Fucking with a bit of teasing at how he used to always try and censor his swears when there were teachers around, before taking a bit of the spare glitter and blowing it into the screen, his blue eyes twinkling a bit as he does so.

Mari lets out a low and exaggerated, prolonged, "Pffffffffffffffft", as she smacks her red lips together, focusing in as much as she was able back on the screen, "Gonna doesn't mean Is, soooo If you're trying to be Connie, bring your ass over to XYZ, to proveeeee you're Real or I'm gonna kick Your Imposter Ass, and Connie's dorky ass while I'm at it. Clocks runninnnnnnnnnnng..." Mari draws out, before ending the call, moving her fingers through her loose waves, shaking from side to side a bit as she finally feels the briskness of the night, "What the fuck?" She chuckles to herself, at the whole thiiiing before slipping back inside, feeling like she could do with another champagnyaaaa.

Porter watches as Mari steps outside to take a call, giving his wave of goodbye to Emerson and Ray, smiling as he takes in what Siggy and Milan were saying about the one guy on the dance floor and his way of dancing kind of reminding him of Ebs, even though he...didn't really see it, until he sees Mari return. "Everything okay?" He asks, giving her a warm smile as he offers her a fresh glass of champagne.

Mari wraps her arms around Porter's waist as she eventually finds her way back to him, playfully bucking her hips towards him as she leans back some, an eruption of laughter moving out of her as she gives a drawn out, "Mhmmmmm," in response, letting one hand slip off as she grabs the glass, taking a deep drink and swallow, looking up at him. "Miss anything gooooooOoOoOd?"

Porter pulls Mari in for a warm, deep kiss, a smile playing out across his lips as he cocks his head back over towards the guy Siggy and Milan were talking about. "They think he looks like Ebs...do you See It?" He inquires as he looks at her, cocking his eyebrow up to do The Look.

A slow curl of a smile drifts across Mari's face as she softly blinks open her eyes once she feels Porter's lips disconnect from hers, scratching her nails deliberately along his back as she turns a sideways glance over to where he was pointing to. "Mmnnnnhh, less Ebs more...Swansonnnnnn..." She laughs out a bit, as she recalls the drunken party hat iconic moment, taking a deep swig from her flute as she turns to look back up towards Porter, "Annnnnd, a smidge like....Youuuu..."

"Like me?" Porter lightly ventures as he lightly moves his fingers along Mari's hairline. "Maybe I need to show you the Difference?" He offers, trailing the tips of his fingers along her hand before holding it out for her to take, a grin brightening his face.

"Mhmmmmmmmm..." Mari acknowledges back, her lips lightly twitching into a serenely, soft, wisp of a smile as she feels his fingers move along her skin, grasping hold of his hand as she drains the rest of the flute setting it down, "Oh, yeah?"

"Maybe sooooo," he lightly teases back, moving to place a kiss on her lips as he interlaces their fingers before making his way with her onto the dance floor, playfully dancing with her and just enjoying the moment and the buzz, losing track of time until he hears a voice cut in, turning his attention upwards towards to see a man who had a few inches on him who looked like he was straight out of a fashion magazine, furrowing his brow as he tries to recall in the moment through his tipsiness the kind of style of clothes the man had on, that kind of...sleek future-y mix of high fashion yet still with a street style edge kind of...Look? But something he couldn't quite place, a grin peeking through onto his lips. "Happy New Yearrrrr!" He declares to the stranger, feeling like maybe he had said why he was there, but feeling like either way it was still a nice thing to do, to wish him a happy new year.

Con makes his way through the club in a Look he put together from a few things in his line, it not being the one he had selected specifically for Pure, but that club was a whole Mood in of itself, and this was another moment, all its own, and he couldn't pass up another opportunity to have a bit of fun with his Art for the night, going fully in with pieces of his own design, internally having played with the whole Sleek Future-ness of what 2020 was Supposed To Have Been back in the day, a sleek, silk-lace, loose-stitch crop top acting as mesh's more gossamer, shimmery cousin for the night, paired with the sleek-white fluorescent bomber jacket that perfectly picked up the lights of the club to give it an other-worldly glow, along with the figure hugging bottoms that tied the whole outfit together...that and the futuristic micro-sunglasses perched on his nose, along with the glitter he had put into his hair, for good measure and homage, easily making his way into the club, taking a drink as someone offers, it, easily knocking it back, the subject gnawing in the back of his mind making him feel like he Needed It, in spite of the fun he was just having being Out and living in the Current Look, selling the full Fantasy even as the Shit still lingered, a thought striking into his mind, easily making his way over towards the DJ for the night, warmly whispering his request in his ear, drawing back as a flit of mischief moves through his eyes, giving him a kiss on the cheek as thanks, before he sees her, a full on half-grin tugging upwards to show off his perfectly white, straightened teeth. "Hold my sunglasses?" He offers, a lightness interlacing within his tone as he moves to put the sunglasses on the top of Mari's head, waiting for The Song to kick in, that damn Bruno Mars song that was Charleroi 15's Class Song that had played at their prom moving through the room in its remixed form, the DJ putting one hell of a spin on it, he realized, as further amusement cuts through onto his lips as he does a deep, sweeping curtsy, before looking up at Mari with a gleam dancing in his eyes. "Danza con il mio culo impostore?" (Dance with my imposter ass?) He requests, feeling like the Other Shit could come later, just feeling like this would be Fun, it having been too damn long.

Porter feels the corners of his lips twitch upwards as he hears the song kick in, spreadingggg as he sees the the stranger come in, moving to press a kiss on Mari’s lips before getting into a few Ebs dance movessss spurred on by the nice buzzzzz. “Save me the next one?” He purrs in Italian to Mari before letting loose with his Inner Ebs.

Mari happily, loooooosellllly, moves along Porter just reveling in the moment until it stopsssss, hearing Porter's voice even over the music and chorus of other sounds mixing into oneeee, feeling something move onto her head as she takes in this....Proto Zoa motherfuck....noooo...,feeling the kiss as she watches the bow, keeping Porter closeeee before he gets to far turning her attention back to Protozoho, himself, "Don't be a Shit. Say Happy New Year first..." She demands, with a look that made it clearrrrr where she stood as she draws Porter bacccck, to hear the words he should've heard Firsttttt...

Con looks up from the deep bow, before saying with full flair and flourish out in a warm purr as the language rolls easily off his tongue, what he should have said to start "Felice figlio di puttana Kickass Capodanno," (happy motherfuckin' kickass new year) a gleam of warm, playful mischief moving through his eyes.

#( * rps. )#( * rps: mariella de luca. )#( * rps: porter vennett. )#( * tbs. )#( * in progress rps. )

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