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lets do an honesty hour ask me anything

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By Sarah Bahbah

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banksnia‌:

“ amen to that. ” nia said with a nod, she’d met a lot of conceited people who truly needed a reality check but she wasn’t gonna start attacking people who weren’t even here, it was meant to be a fun event after all, or something like that. with a swift motion she took the coin from kelsey, surveying it and trying to think of something good to wish for. “ mhmm, yeah. i’m sure mrs. doherty has done some witchcraft on this shit as well. ” she said with a shrug, as if she believed more in witchcraft than making a simple wish. “ you’re not supposed to say your wishes out loud, right ? ”

Kels smiled widely, shaking out her hair. “I personally think she’s lovely, but I’ve always been sort of drawn to neurosis.” She laughed at her own joke, watching as Nia laboured over her choice. “If you don’t tell someone, who’ll hold the genie accountable?” The blonde leaned against the surface of the fountain, fearless towards the idea that the hem of her neon dress might get wet. “You can save it for the fish though, and not tell me— if you’re superstitious.”

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eliasmorrissey‌:

                    Only on the cusp of twenty-one, Elias still wasn’t legally allowed to drink. And nor were the servers walking around going to serve him. His parents, of course, knew the Dohertys, and the Dohertys obviously knew the waiters and waitresses waltzing around, and Elias was highly suspicious he was one of perhaps a dozen that had been placed on a ‘they will try to coerce you but do not serve’ list. So the blonde had brought back-up: a flask, swiped from the old man’s liquor cabinet, hidden and concealed within his coat. The fountain was a decent cover-up, not that he felt he particularly needed to hide. It was a nice to place to sit, or even stand and drink. It wasn’t crowded, it was relatively roomy and there was plenty to look at. As he stood, he brought the container to his lips, looking down at the fish in the small pond below. Constantly moving; constantly and exhaustingly alive. The male only shifted from his spot when he felt a presence nail his side. Brown eyes immediately swept up her appearance, the boy swallowing the liquor he’d just ingested. He exhaled, and as he did his mouth curved into a smirk. He recognized her, easily, as the chick who was always hanging around Kota–– a ‘best friend’ he assumed. He gestured out towards her, eyes still flickering over her appearance, “Not gonna lie, thought my magic genie would look a lot different.” He smiled, dimple appearing on either of his cheeks, “Fuck it. You got a quarter? I’m feeling lucky tonight.”

Kelsey nursed her wine, taking a sip as light eyes knowingly darted down to the flask in Elias’ grip. He did have large hands— her thoughts fell to Kota’s words about them, she almost laughed but bit her tongue: she didn’t feel like explaining the context and didn’t want him to think that she was laughing at him. Whatever he had was likely much better than the white that she’d secured, it seemed as though the Doherty’s were holding off on serving their best stuff until after appetizers were served. She wondered briefly if he knew her name, like she knew his. Kels’ own hand reached down and she allowed the almond tips of her nails to skim the surface of the water, watching the fish scatter at the disruption. “How so? Maybe a little shorter? Less green?” Her head canted, “Maybe I’m masquerading as Tinkerbell tonight. She did wishes too, right?” A smile stretched across her own features to match his, and the blonde nodded. First, Kels extended her drink out to Elias to hold, then she fished around in the bottom of her clutch, freeing a coin from the bottom of it. “It’s a nickel,” she declared after taking a second glance, “But maybe that’ll do the trick. I’m trying to go cashless these days.”

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cleofox‌:

It wasn’t humor Cleo had been after, and yet laughter seemed to find her as the star-kissed girl made her presence known, blinding and inescapable in her array of colors. From the white-blond of her hair to the neon of her outfit, the girl was a supernova against the nighttime darks, a welcome sight for sore eyes, a breath of fresh air — any number of phrases the poets and scholars agreed on when they mused upon rainbows or star explosions or things of beauty. “Well, thank goodness the Hamptons hasn’t lost its sense of style. The afterparties are the real parties, you know? All this is just… very expensive cocktail hour.” Cleo clinked her glass against the girl’s own, and shot the rest of her drink, brows furrowing slightly as the burn reached the back of her throat. When their shoulders brushed against each other, the sensation of touch brought along with it a keen desire, perhaps one-sided, to know the girl more, and to prove herself as something she might consider ‘extraordinary.’

“Exciting?” The single word sent her mind searching for something fitting of the occasion, mischief and inspiration writing themselves into her features. An idea hatched but not quite fully-formed, Cleo raised her index finger as though to say, wait here a moment. Spying an unattended bar cart at the perimeter of the garden entrance, she hurried over and grabbed a newly-opened bottle of vodka before running back to the fountain, heels clicking against the patio stones. “Two truths and a lie.” She stated matter-of-factly, offering little more than a lopsided smirk as explanation. “Best of two, and whoever loses has to take a swim in the fountain pool and then dance a waltz in the ballroom while soaking wet.” Entirely intentionally, she poured a double’s worth of vodka in her glass as she offered, “I’ll go first: My father owns the biggest whiskey distillery company in the US. I won my senior year talent show by whistling a medley of Lady Gaga songs. And, I chose the name ‘Cleo’ after seeing my grandmother perform in Antony and Cleopatra on Broadway. Pick the lie and take your turn, and then we’ll reveal all.”

Kelsey leaned back, resting her weight on the backs of her hands. Her hair was combed back and held that way with a touch of hairspray; the wispier locks wiggled free and framed her face. She was certain that her mother would have liked to see her in something more expensive, but her lack of presence at the gala had allowed Kels the creative liberties that she adored. Blue eyes followed her companion as she darted way, returning with drinks that earned her a bright smile. “Be sure to remind me to give you the address, it’s a little out of the community but the guest list is supposed to be stellar.” She was biased perhaps, she had had a hand in procuring some RSVPs.

Her shoulders straightened and she sat up, clapping her hands together at the idea of a game. The event was far too stuffy, she didn’t mind letting loose, especially if the loss would mean nothing more than a cool dip in what she knew was the Doherty’s very clean fountain. “Pity, I’m terrible at a waltz, wet or dry.” She filled her own glass appropriately, taking a sip as she considered. The pause lasted half a moment, nothing more. “You didn’t whistle— I can’t sing and I think I’d be incredibly put out if you had a musical talent that I can’t compete with.” Now it was her turn, and Kels lingered over her options. “My favourite colour is green,” she gestured towards the colour of her dress. “Like this one, I’ve never had a pet even though I’m convinced I’d be an excellent caretaker for one of those small exotic cats, and,” the syllables fell off her tongue as she laboured over a third choice, “I have never in my life managed to pack up for a long weekend in anything less than two suitcases. I don’t know how minimalists do it.” The blonde took a sip from her drink, “So, what do you think?”

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Skyler made a face, “Sounds like sexism. I don’t make the rules.” He leaned his head back, closing his eyes, “I look great in drag, so don’t kid yourself. Plus, I’m skinny enough for dresses. You’ll just have to stuff my bra.” He gave a lopsided smile, opening one eye to look at her, “I suppose. I mean, taking pictures of people and things all day doesn’t feel like a real job.”

Kels grinned widely at Skyler, looking over at him through the tinted lenses of her sunglasses. She had taken a shine to him, with his smooth words and his lack of care— a perfect addition to the summertime Hamptons cast. “You’ll stretch out my clothes, don’t you dare.” The blonde shook her head, “No, I think that’s amazing. You’re doing what you love, making art.” She leaned in, unable to resist teasing. “I want to be just like you when I grow up.”

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Whenever anything got too uncomfortable, Jules would just imagine that she wasn’t really herself, and this wasn’t really her life. She was just a character in a book or a movie or a show. That none of it was real, and if it was, how did it matter? It’s not like her body ever really belonged to her in the first place. But fuck it. She’d save it for the memoirs.

Hunter Schafer as Jules Vaughn Euphoria (2019 - )

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cleofox‌:

Her eyes had been closed so long she thought she might’ve fallen asleep to the rhythm of the water, and blinked to find a girl with white-gold hair brightening up the evening with a grin. “You know, I thought I saw starlight walk into the room earlier. Never thought she’d chill by the fountain with me, though,” Cleo laughed as she stretched out along the fountain’s marble edge, unlacing her heels in the process. “Keep the penny. My only wish right now is for a perfect slice of pizza, but I’m thinking it might be more fun to dip out of the party in a bit and head out for some dressed to the nines.” Truly, she’d go in a heartbeat, if only the desire to see what mess or magic came of the evening didn’t hold her back first. She peered into the remainder of her drink, a cloudy amber liquid since diluted by melting ice, before flicking her gaze back up to the girl. “The other trouble with wishes is that you can’t share them with people. I always thought that rather sad, so… How about this: Penny for your thoughts? Did you place a bet for something absolutely divine?”

Kelsey’s hand touched at her collar bone and she laughed at the compliment, “Looks like your lucky day then, angel.” She reached into the water, dipping the tips of her fingers into the cool surface of it, watching the fish dart away while she traced patterns. “You looked like you needed company.” Kels turned her head, her lips curving in a smile. “God, pizza.” The tail end of her companion’s words made her shake her head, “No, that’s quitter’s talk. There’s an afterparty I heard, you’ve got to stay strong until all the grown ups  decide we’re allowed to be excused.” She said the word like it was a bad one, Kels herself existed in the same state that Peter Pan did, she’d never grow up. The blonde settled down on the edge of the fountain as well, smoothing out the neon fabric of her skirt before considering the question. “I always hoped my thoughts were worth a dime at least,” she toyed. “Tonight so far seems,” A thin hand raised, the bracelets on her wrist sliding back as she gestured, “Ordinary.” Her shoulder touched the other girl’s as she rocked, and she smiled. “My wish would have been exciting company, do you think I’ve lucked out and saved the fountain and the fish a little bit of metal clinking around the bottom?”

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nia had been zoned out for a while when she was pulled out of her thoughts by kelsey showing up. not to be vain but she’d definitely been staring at her own reflection in the water. with a shake of her head she pulled herself together and looked over at her friend. “ you believe in that ? ” she questioned, not to shit on the idea of making a wish but it really wasn’t realistic. she crossed one arm under her chest as she took a sip from the glass of champagne she held in her other hand. “ besides what can you even wish for ? there’s gotta be limits to it.. you know ? ”

“There’s worse things to believe,” Kels said easily, freeing a coin from her clutch. The copper was warm and worn in her palm, but she pinched it between her two fingers before offering it over to Nia. “I guess I’d wish for something easy, you can’t blow the big wishes on a penny in a private fountain you know.” The blonde grinned, “That sort of stuff has to be saved for like, the ones at the Vatican or something.” Kelsey paused, feeling idyllic, “I’d wish that tonight stays warm and that the rest of the summer is as beautiful as today has been.”

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dakotafvller‌:

be there soon bb. her fingers had typed off the message with a quick glance as her slender legs carried her past the crowd of established elders and those who certainly could dress and act the part. she swung the door of the bathroom open, the elegance of the room that led it to impressing her ── this house had too many rooms of its own, it was like it’s very own castle mansion. she bit down onto her bottom lip and jutted out a leg, lifting up the silk metallic gray of her dress to expose her strappy designer heels and bronzed, freshly moisturized leg towards her friend. “stop,” she brushed off, mocking a tone of bashfulness, before engrossing her taller friend in a hug. “i like this color, kels. you look fucking amazing,” she breathed into the blonde of her hair, combing fingers through her loose locks before pulling from the hug to check herself out in the mirror before allowing the corners of her lips to edge into a more devious smile. “almost gave him road head on the way here.. nothing crazy. he’s got nice hands, you know? i like the way he squeezes me and holds me,” she dozed off, in a very dakota manner, in a dream-like state of the way she liked to be touched, and how sometimes it was the only way she knew she was still real. “just told him i’m going to the bathroom..” her hands fished through the small compact purse, chanel, clear, where she found an old translucent powder compact before jiggling it in front of the opposite’s eyes like a treat. “girlfriends first,” she honored, handing off the compact to kelsey before leaning against the door of the bathroom stall, anticipating the wake up that was to come. 

“Oh please,” Kels retorted, despite how secretly pleased she was by the compliment, “I saw Olivia Culpo wore this dress like, last week— it’s absolutely ridiculous how small her waist is.” She met Dakota’s devious look in the mirror and the corner of her mouth curved as her friend spoke. “Would’ve messed up that lipstick,” she teased, her light eyes honeying in the warm light of the room. “I noticed, he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you.” She bumped a shoulder against the other blonde’s side, giggling. “Lucky girl.” There was something devious about him that she couldn’t place, a sort of hunger that unnerved Kels, but for Dakota’s sake she’d swallow it down, focusing on the more gleeful parts of the night. She didn’t want concern to be misconstrued as jealousy, not on an evening as beautiful as this one. “I wonder what they think we do in here,” she wondered aloud, pursing her painted mouth at the mirror before grinning brightly at the compact. The words had long since rubbed away on the top of it; perhaps it had been La Mer at some point, but now it was spiritual emblem, gripped so many times by them on long nights out that there were fingerprints that shone on the dull plastic. “If you insist,” she said, leaning her spine against the stall as she opened up the top carefully. It had happened once that she’d laughed too hard and the powder had clouded in the air, making them both panic. Tonight, she steadied her grip, tipping it onto the marbled countertop to dispense just enough for two. A rabbit’s amount. From her own bag she wrestled out her driver’s license, scraping out two clean lines. “Is the door locked?” Kels inquired before pinching her nostril and inhaling deep. Her head lifted and she swore, rubbing the back of her palm against her nose. “You’re up, baby.”

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Kels had texted Kota about three minutes ago, and was now sat in the powder room. Long legs crossed daintily as she waited on the couch— an extravagant thing to have in what was essentially just a very, very, big washroom. She’d touched up her lipstick twice before the door finally swung open, revealing the blonde and her gauzy, metallic dress. “Fuck,” Kelsey said, craning her neck to take in Dakota’s whole look. “That’s not fair.” Her hand gestured towards the other girl’s exposed skin, “Like, at all.” She slid to a stand, holding an arm open to grip her friend in a hug. “How’s Elias?” The taller of the two moved back to the mirror, fussing with her hair. “Are you having fun? Is he behaving himself?” Light brows wiggled at their shared reflection, “Or is he not?” She laughed, gesturing towards the clean marble counter, addressing both of their ulterior motives, “It’s been so boring tonight, did you bring your compact?”

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Showing up without a date had earned her a stern look from the infamously stuck up Mrs. Doherty, but it had suited Kelsey well enough as she walked through the event. Already, she’d secured a drink and at least three compliments on her bold choice of attire— a particularly geriatric looking old man had even called used the word striking, and was now seeking out company. It was still early in the night and most people worth talking to were still nestled in their couples, an irritating fact but she did her rounds, wiggling her fingers at faces she recognized and whispering about those she did not. It wasn’t until she’d gotten her third glass of champagne that she found someone alone, peering into the fountain that lay in the middle of the garden. Nude pumps clicked along the patio stones until she found her way by their side, glancing down into the water and the fish that darted within it. She grinned, peeking beside her. “I’ve got a penny, if you want to make a wish.”

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skyxmehta‌:

“Intense eye contact? Damn, you’re practically married, Kels. I thought I was going to be your maid of honor? I feel a little betrayed,” he smiled at his friend, turning to look back towards the ocean as she spoke. He hummed a little, “You know, I have the best tan around here. All I do is get about fifty shades of gay when I’m out in the sun. I haven’t burned in years. Also, fuck you – I am still considered early to mid twenties. It’s not my fault everyone else around here is a spoiled college kid.”

“That position was never yours, babe.” Kels laid a hand on her heart theatrically, “Maid of honour’s Dakota, that’s just girl code.” The blonde sipped at her tea, “We might be able to squeeze you into the brides maids, if you’re feeling really put out though.” She canted her head, looking at Skyler through light lashes. “Last month I got burned going outside to water my plants on the roof. It’s really not fair.” Kels grinned widely, “That includes me, but I don’t even mind. I feel like I’m thriving. What’s it like being out there and working, do you feel like a real grown up now?”