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Harley’s shriek made him laugh. A proper, from the belly laugh that only ended when he pulled her close. “Need? Oh, nothing, really. This is more about what I want.” The drugs in his system helped ease any slight worry he would have had about the fact that he and Dakota weren’t exactly ‘off’ at the moment. If asked, he would have said that they were dating, and yet Ezra still wanted to explore his options. And there were many.

Harley let out an uncharacteristically girly shriek as she was pulled fully into the water. “Ezra, you fucker!” It only took a few more moments for her to register that their bodies were pressed together and she looked up at him questioningly. “Did you need something?” she asked, one eyebrow raised and amusement flickering across her features.

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7,12, and 14

[[Send me a number 1-30 and I’ll answer a question or do the dare!]] 

7 - (truth) How many hours did you sleep last night? 

“Four? I don’t know. I passed out sometime around 5am.”

12 - (truth) Who is your least favorite person in the house? 

“West. He’s such a prick, and he’s always breaking shit on my stage.”

14 - (truth) If you had to marry someone in the house, who would it be? 

“Yes, another truth. Fucking fight me, these dares are lame. If I had to marry someone? Dakota, of course. Who else would I pick?”

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4!

[[Send me a number 1-30 and I’ll answer a question or do the dare!]] 

(dare) Post the worst photo of yourself you can find.

“Follow me to get snaps like this!”

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13

[[Send me a number 1-30 and I’ll answer a question or do the dare!]]

(dare) Streak through the house naked.

Ezra stood in the exact center of the room and began stripping his clothes off. “Whatever, man.” It wasn’t actually a big deal, in a house such as this. Everyone had seen just about everyone else naked at some point or another, and only half of the time alcohol or drugs were to blame. So, finally naked, he began walking room to room, smirking at anyone who happened to home at the time. “How about a difficult dare next time!”

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truth or dare: three.

[[Send me a number 1-30 and I’ll answer a question or do the dare!]]

(dare) List everyone in the house you want to sleep with.

“Why is this such a popular number? All right, well, is everyone an acceptable answer? Because sure, everyone is hot, and invited to my bed. Except West. He can go screw himself.”

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3!

[[Send me a number 1-30 and I’ll answer a question or do the dare!]]

I got this twice, so I’ll so both.

(truth) What are your three favorite things about your appearance? 

“Hair, eyes, abs. Done. I mean, look at me.”

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“Ugh,” she was such a pain in his ass. Good thing the drugs still coursing through his bloodstream kept him smiling anyway. “How about you buy me a drink tonight instead? I’ll take you to the new club I found.”

“You’ll let me?” Winnie enthusiastically turned to her side, from where she lay on the edge of the pool, staring up at the sky. After vertically dipping the empty glass into the pull, she held it out for him with the chlorine filled h2o for Ezra to take. The MDMA really must be waring off. “Order’s up. Here you go, Ez.”

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The music had always been his main reason for sticking around so long. The job, the relationship, and now the house all meant nothing without the music he loved so much he could feel it in his soul. And when Dakota was finished, he held his fingers under her chin and lifted it up until her mouth met his. At least the physical parts of their relationship always felt entirely genuine. “Yeah, me too, baby.”

She knew things weren’t perfect between them, but there was some kind of ignorance she carried with her about Ezra. Singing and playing around him made her feel so warm, comfortable, happy, that she would never notice his in-genuine smile. Being in a relationship with him kept the love in her heart alive, even when they fought. So she sang, locked into her own little Ezra and Dakota paradise, with no idea it was slowly crumbling. When she finished a verse and chorus, she smiled and took her hands from the keyboard. “I love you babe.”

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Ezra reentered the water quickly, not minding the temperature at all. But then, he had an idea, and seeing as no one else was around to see, he grabbed Harley and pulled her into the water until she was submerged up to her neck and pressed against him from chest to thigh. “I’ll keep you warm.”

“That’s me, ‘Harley Not-Cool Beckett’,” she muttered, feet drifting back and forth under the water.  At his proposal, Harley shrugged and tugged Jonah’s oversized t-shirt over her head.  “Jesus fuck, dude! It’s freezing in here.” Her pale torso hovered above the water.  “No fucking way.”

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Despite the fact that the house they shared was just as good as any club, he wouldn’t turn down a chance to get pissed in public on a weekday, and now his smile was finally making it all the way to his eyes. “It’s never too early. What do you have in mind?”

“Every bed is impressive.” she grinned, giving him a half-hearted shrug. “I’d feel better about it if you were a little more show than tell though.” Stella’s gaze shifted from the rehearsal doors, to Ezra, and back again. And just like that, she’d made up her mind. “It’s not too early in the evening for a night out, right?”

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And just like that, the nice buzz Ezra had been feeling became a little less fun. He jumped forward and grabbed the beer just inches before the bottle shattered on the side of the pool, before muttering, “Thanks. I guess you’re welcome to join.” Honestly, there were at least ten people in the house he’d rather share the pool with in that moment, but he went back to floating once he’d drained about half of the bottle she’d given him.

If anyone else had asked, she my have gladly gotten them a drink. But for some reason everything Ezra said was personal, and had the capacity to annoy her for days. “Ugh, fine!  You always make me get shit for you, you lazy ass. I just wanted to swim but nooo,” she said, back turned to him while she opened the mini fridge and rummaged for beers, “I have to spend my goddamn time serving you. Here,” she muttered, tossing him the beer with little aim. 

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“You aren’t? Damn, that’s disappointing,” he sighed in fake dismay. “I guess if anyone knows what the bra-throwers and fainting masses want, it’s the guy who sells the stuff, or whatever. Right?”

“Sorry I’m not here to satisfy your boner,” Gunner remarked. “I make what sells, that’s my job.” Honestly, he didn’t think the stuff was horrible at all, but, then again, he was just so used to seeing it that if he initially had a negative opinion of the trend, he’d forgotten it.

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“Otter? I take that as a compliment.” He resumed floating on his back, deciding to let her stay where she was. Though, if accused of letting his voice take on a whining tone, he’d deny everything. “Come on, join the otter. I’m bored.”

As he splashed back, Dillon’s legs lifted almost instantly; retracting instinctively. “My legs are wet. Not my arms, torso or head. Unlike you, I don’t enjoy traipsing around in water as though I’m a damn otter.” The brunette reciprocated his splashing, hoping that it would be enough to defer him from attacking her any longer.

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“Of course you don’t. Roadies do actual work, and you look like you haven’t done anything useful in years.” Harsh, he knew, but Ezra didn’t actually give a fuck. He wasn’t there to make friends and giggle about boys, just to do his job, get high, and occasionally find someone to keep his bed warm.

Watching Ezra float swim was almost hypnotic to Talia, she just sat there - legs dangling into the pool, her hands rhythmatically swaying back and forth. She could have sat like that all day; until he said something and completely drew her out of her dream-like state. “Err, wh-yeah?” The blonde stuttered, a confused look on her face. “I mean, what?! No! Go get your own god damn drink, do I look like a fuckin’ roadie?” Whoops, probably not the best thing to say to an actual roadie, Talia.

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“It’s like no one wants to get laid anymore. Dressing like a seven year old from the nineties is such a boner-killer.” Sure, the merch would sell, but to what end? Everyone would be walking around looking terrible.

“Newsflash, the nineties are back. Open Instagram and I guarantee there’s at least ten girls wearing the old baseball caps they gagged at ten years ago. Hats, chokers, denim jackets - it’s all back in style, and it’s my job to give the fans what they want.”

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mgstella:

“Yeah well this whole going to rehearsal early thing sucks so. Forgive me for trying to make it bearable.” A sigh escaped her lips at that, and Stella tossed the magazine on the nearest table in defeat. “Can’t imagine what you’re doing here though. You should go out, have fun. Do it in my honor.”

“Go out? Have you seen this place?” He gestured around them as if pointing out brand new things she’d never noticed. “We literally have a closet someone has dubbed The Uppers Closet, I’m pretty sure the pool is more vodka than water by now, and I’ve personally christened every bed in the building. The party is here, babe. Smile about it.”

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Pills were usually the reason for both Dakota’s smile AND the good parts of their relationship, and this time was definitely no exception. So he sat, with an arm wrapped around her waist, and mirrored her smile with his own lips, even though it didn’t feel genuine. “Let me hear what you have so far.”

Dakota probably would’ve given him the silent treatment if she wasn’t so high on pills that made her love everything and everyone. His kiss felt so soft and warm, she wanted to drown in a sea of them. “Have a seat and listen,” she said, waving a temporary white flag. Performing drafts of songs for Ezra was their thing, and it wouldn’t stop now.