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in the scheme of things around here, a drunken kiss doesn't count as news for very long. i think that recovering after making the mistake is probably a little different than recovering after being the one hurt by it, that's the aftermath part that sucks. i am rooming with chase and silence has never been more deafening. its fucking horrible. he looks at me like im the scum of the earth. who are you rooming with? shots and definitely a couple of drinks. i can handle the booze, no need for piggy backing. what do you want a shot of? first rounds on me.

trust me, you guys made it to the gossip blog, it was relevant for two days. but i saw that rudy's been recovering pretty well, so i figured things should be mellowing out even for you. normally, i wouldn't go to the girl who knowingly kissed another girl's man, but there's no sense of girl-code around here, so it'd be fucked of me to hold you accountable, when, as heartbreaking as it is, my friends are just as bad or actually worse. let's do it, then. jesus, are you rooming with your ex too? let's get this done, we need these shots and maybe a couple of drinks, i'm not carrying you in case you can't handle your liquor.

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If he had any semblance of an idea of how lost she felt within herself, he would want even less to do with her. For short bursts of time, the blonde can let out some sass, showing off a small peek at what used to be her quick wit. It doesn’t seem to last though, and with that, a majority of her confidence is also tanking. Having to ‘take responsibility’ for her actions is a phrase that’s thrown around a lot, and though she can own up to what happened, the consequences are a bitter pill to swallow. There’s not a time that she can remember that she’s ever felt so listless.

While her eyes follow him around she’s nearly holding her breath, waiting to see if he’s just going to continue to ignore her. As soon as his posture changes, she knows she’s struck a chord, a reaction is what she wanted, wasn’t it?  Madelyn doesn’t actually want to fight, but it’s better than the deafening silence. “I made a mistake,” the volume of her voice is starting to raise, and a deep breath is taken to help bring it back down, but her teeth are clenching, “how long are you going to make me pay? Forever? You’re going to have to let it fucking go at some point! Pout about it for a while, I get it, it’s the ‘principle’ ” her fingers lifted in air quotes on the last word, “but Rudy may as well have been a random stranger in a bar because that’s how little it meant. You’re acting like we were having some kind of fucking affair. It means a hell of a lot more to you than it did to either of us, it’s just a blip on the radar. Completely insignificant. All I can do is apologize, what else do you want from me?!” Now her breathing is becoming more ragged the more worked up she gets. He’s close enough that she can feel the heat radiating from his body, the electricity in the air is nearly tangible and she finds herself fighting the urge to run her hands along his chest, through his hair, down the back of his neck, motions that were, in their shared time together, more calming than anything.

It is a low blow, and had the adrenaline not been coursing throughout her body, she probably would have crumbled, but instead, she summons the courage to challenge his ultimatum. Her feet arch to put her on her tip toes, nearly eye to eye, “or else what?”

chase isn't sure where along the way madelyn lost herself, but all he knows is that he wants nothing to do with this new her and the person she's turned into. if she's changed this much since they broke up, he can't even begin to imagine how she's going to turn out in the long run. she may have said the kiss with rudy was a drunken mistake, a fluke, but it doesn't change the fact that she went behind his back and for that he's not certain he can ever forgive her.

chase attempts to ignore her words, as he pulls a pair of gray sweatpants up his legs, leaving them slung low on his hips. it isn't until she calls him a child that that single string of sanity left in him snaps, and he storms towards madelyn, towering over her with his six foot plus stature, "i'm the kid? i'm the fucking kid, madelyn?" he refuses to call her by a nickname, his own way of keeping even more distance between them, despite standing a mere two inches away from her. his breathing grows harsh causing his naked chest to visually rise and fall, "that's rich, coming from a girl who can't even show loyalty or some fucking respect." chase's fists open and close at his sides, wanting nothing more than to punch the wall behind madelyn's head. "you clearly meant it, or you wouldn't have said it. stop fucking lying and start owning up to what the hell you say and do," he spits, the smell of her perfume and freshly clean scent hitting his nose, and he hates every second of this moment. why can't he just feel indifferent towards her, instead of still feeling this attraction? he wants nothing more than to just walk away for good, leaving her in the dust, but knowing they're going to be around each other for work, makes every second in her presence a million times worse.

"now either you leave me the fuck alone and ignore me like i have every intention of doing towards you, or you best find yourself another room to sleep in tonight. i bet you'll be able to kiss or fuck your way into one." he knows he's delivering a low blow, but maybe that's what'll keep her away for good.

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MADELYN CLINE as Whiskey GLASS ONION: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY (2022)

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i don't think it was really that relevant to anyone other than those involved. and unfortunately, it's still relevant to some of them. chase, mainly. i'm rooming with him and he literally can't stand to look at me, so enjoyment seems kind of hard to come by when i just have to dread what's waiting for me back at my room. im much more fun with shots, i can tell you that. what led to this bullshit in the first place but, you only live once, right?

well, i'm sure you're happy that your drama's no longer relevant. hopefully that means you'll stop being miserable and actually start enjoying this trip. i've seen you around and, damn girl, you're kind of a bummer. what's still bothering you? before you answer, should we take a shot? @mads--cline

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mads: much appreciated. yeah i couldn't agree more

mads: hey, at least shes talking maybe thats progress? chase wont even utter a word to me.

rudy: i'm gonna let this go. i think we both need a bit of forgiveness, don't you agree? rudy: well rudy: she decided to jump down my throat the second we saw each other. talking about how unfortunate she is.

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The actress has reviewed a million different things that she could say in her head on the flight over, but none of them seem to be revealing themselves in this very moment. Doing something that results in someone being mad at her, is not the norm for Madelyn and she’s having a hard time knowing how to handle it. Her stomach is in knots constantly, the feeling of resentment and disappointment in herself continuously gnawing at her. Walking on eggshells is extremely hard to do in such small and confined quarters. What enhances the terrible feeling is knowing that Chase is probably feeling worse and to that end, there’s nothing that she can do to change it.

Her orbs follow his form as he makes his way over to his suitcase, noting the neutral expression on his face. It’s hard to determine which is worse, him being angry at her, or the complete indifference on his features. “is this what it’s going to be like all week? You’re just going to be like a child, giving the silent treatment because he’s upset?” Even before she’s finished her sentences, she’s mentally chiding herself for poking the bear. She would likely be doing the same thing he was if the situation were reversed. Clearing her throat, she shakes her head, “I didn’t mean that. I just… can’t we at least be civil since we’re going to be staying here for a week? It’s going to be long and painful otherwise.”

the fact that some higher power is clearly having fun fucking up chase's life, the man can't help but mutter a quiet 'of course' to himself, when finding out he'll be rooming with madelyn. what the hell are the odds? their fight from a few days prior is still clear in his mind, a fresh wound that has yet to heal and now they'll be spending every night for a week sleeping in the same room. he makes himself a silent vow before arriving, to keep his mouth shut and not let the anger take ahold of him again.

he slowly wakes to the sound of water running in the bathroom, hoping for anything in the world that madelyn is heading out, so he'll be able to catch a few more minutes of sleep. it isn't like chase has gotten much of it, since the red carpet and knowing that he would be going dateless and then back to a room he shared with a woman he can't stand the sight of.

sitting up in bed, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers, he rubs his eyes and lets out a tired yawn. when madelyn appears in the doorway to the bathroom, leaning against the frame, he swings his legs over the side of the bed and looks at her with a bored expression, trying his hardest not to show any emotion. at her question he merely shakes his head and gets up from the bed, beginning to rifle through his suitcase for something, anything, to wear, so he can get the fuck out of there. despite still needing to brush his teeth, shower and get ready for the day, he resigns himself to the fact that he'll have to come back later once she's gone.

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mads: should i add you to the apology tour or are you gonna let this go?

mads: sure can't.

mads: hows your room situation going?

rudy: but a heads up when you asked him to come over. he's a fucking trainwreck. rudy: can't really bail in cannes, now can i? rudy: mads, i was born to make mistakes, not to fake perfection. rudy: lmaooo mood

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You didn’t botch a damn thing! It’s my pleasure to meet you, literally. I’ve decided we’re now best friends so we’re going to have to party it up at this festival.

okay listen I have to come clean.... you are my forever girl crush and i knew i was going to botch this whole first impression thing, so i wanted to get it over and done with before we get to the festival. hi i'm haley, and i may or may not be in love with you. @mads--cline

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The way her stomach dropped when she found out that Chase was her roommate was something she only experienced very few times in her life, the bittersweet part was that not that long ago, they would have been elated with the room arrangements. Oh how things have changed. The first day was awkward, to say the very least, but at least the distraction of having to get ready for the event was there, and then the event itself killed some time, broke up the utter silence.

Now that the morning sun was streaming through the window, the blonde lazily pushed herself up to get into the bathroom to brush her teeth and freshen up. She might also be trying to pump herself up to actually speak to him, also mentally preparing for the wrath she could face. Opening the bathroom door when she was finished, Madelyn leaned against the frame to glance at him, her hands busying themselves running through her hair, another nervous habit that she hoped didn’t look terribly nervous. “Chase, we can’t just sit here in silence forever. Are you ever going to speak to me again?” And then maybe offering a slight olive branch could help, “I was thinking about running down to grab some coffee and food, want me to grab you something?” @stokeschase

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mad: i told him to come over whenever he could so i didnt have much of a heads up myself. plus youre not allowed to bail.

mad: im not sure i entirely agree with that

mad: we had to LEARN that what we did was wrong? we already know.

mad: when life gives me lemonade im just adding vodka, fuck this

Rudy: but maybe a heads up right before you decided to pay him a visit, mads. at least that would've given me a chance to bail. Rudy: you're not a shitty person! what we did was shitty, but that doesn't make us bad people. Rudy: life would be unbearably fucking bland if we didn't make mistakes every now and then. Rudy: how else are we going to learn from them? Rudy: it sucks that we lost two good people in the process, but that's life for you. Rudy: when life gives you lemonade, make lemons. life will be all like, "whaaaat?"

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There’s a part of her that feels as though she’s watching this entire experience through the eyes of someone else, that it isn’t even her life because it’s not typically in her character to make such stupid decisions. Such irreversible and irresponsible decisions. “Chase, it was a mistake,” as he takes a step back it’s clear that it’s far more than just physical distance. “I regret it every time I think about it,” though she tries her hardest to keep it as far from her mind as possible. “Just because I made a stupid drunk decision doesn’t mean  that I stopped caring either. The only reason I even bother drinking that much is to forget the fact that I do still care. Probably too fucking much for someone who’s supposed to be single and moving on.” A single tear teeters around the corner of her eye and a hand hastily wipes it away. Madelyn wishes someone would just yell cut, that they were just acting and this was the end of the scene and then things could go back to normal. Once the anger drains from his face, it’s clear that he’s gone for good, even harsh emotions are better than none at all and when his eyes go dark and it all turns off, she feels her heart breaking, perhaps even more than when they decided to part ways. And this time it was all because of her own actions, she’s not sure how she’s going to swallow that bitter pill. “Chase, wait,” crossing the room she catches the door before it slams behind him, she knows there isn’t much more she can say but she would take him yelling at her over him walking out any day, “I’m sorry. I wish I could take it back but I am human and we all make mistakes, haven’t you ever made a mistake? You know I’d never intentionally do anything to hurt you.” The straws she’s grasping at are becoming shorter and shorter but that’s not stopping her from trying.

her ridiculous excuses only egg him on and cause him to spiral, more anger coursing through his veins and resulting in his spitting words in her direction without any sort of regard for her feelings. but why should he? it wasn't like she took his into consideration when she decided to make out with rudy. the fact that they were drunk doesn't deter his absolute fury from blazing on, "you don't need to say a fucking thing… your lips already did enough damage." chase's expression is that of a man who's lost all patience as he takes a step back from her, the sight of her in that moment making him nauseous, "you know, just because we ended things, doesn't mean i stopped caring. but you're clearly devoid of all human fucking emotion, if what we had means so little to you that you'd throw away friendships, a decent working relationship and a whole fucking year of our time, for a drunken kiss." he takes a deep breath in order to attempt to calm himself when seeing the tears in her eyes, but he catches himself and raises a finger in her direction, "stupid fluke or fucking not… it happened and you have no one to thank for the result of all this but your own goddamned selves." chase lowers his hand and then repeatedly clenches and unclenches his hands, anger slowly fading and making room for despondency. his eyes avert from her face, not able to look at the woman that had once been his entire world, but who has become distant and foreign to him. without looking back, he turns his back to her and takes heavy steps towards the door, his heart in his stomach and his pulse thrumming in his ears. there are probably a million more things to be said, but he can't stomach it and instead chooses to open the door and walk through it, feeling like he's leaving a piece of himself behind.

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aren't you a charmer. anything. dangerous sounds pretty appealing right now. dangerous, mind numbing, bring it on. that's your challenge should you choose to accept it.

every day you should be told how pretty you are. anything? it is dangerous to give me the choice of what we should do.

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Mad: the heads up was you telling me your ex was going to spill the beans! that really put a time limit on things because that wouldve been even worse

Mad: texting you while he was here would have gone over REAL well.

Mad: no im a rambling idiot, shitty person all around

Rudy: no shit sherlock? he just did a fucking wolverine on my ass. Rudy: a heads up would've been nice.... Rudy: ....an HOUR ago. Rudy: are you okay?

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Text - Pankow

Mad: cats out of the bag.

Mad: and it's fucking pissed - teeth, claws, whole bit. beware.

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As soon as the words leave her mouth, she wants to take them back, swallow them down into the depths of herself wishing that none of it had ever happened. The silence isn’t something that she’s expecting and it’s making her feel even worse, as if that were possible, because she knows that he’s digesting the information and it’s probably making him feel sick, too. The seconds drown on for what feels like an eternity, her blood rushing to her ears, hearing her heart beating a mile a minute. The blonde has no idea how to react, she hasn’t ever intentionally done something that would hurt so many people. Not that the moment between she and Rudy was intentional but it certainly was avoidable. Looking up at him as he storms toward her she struggled to even find her voice “I don’t know what to say…” it was the truth but it didn’t help the situation in the least.  “It was stupid. And I guess I was lonely and he was there?” It’s phrased as a question because she doesn’t even know if it’s the truth, though Chase clearly wouldn’t have the answer. Two of the best things that had happened to her, Chase and the show, were now in jeopardy and he couldn’t be more right. Everything was fucked up. Neither Chase nor Rudy would even want to look in her direction now, and the weight of that stupid five minute mistake from months ago could change the course of everything, it was crashing down on her like an avalanche, her shoulders quite literally slumping. Her orbs are filling to the brim with tears and she’s fighting not to let them spill over because she knows it isn’t her time to be upset, “you’re right. I…” she’s at a loss for words again because there’s a lump forming in her throat. She’s never seen him look as angry as he was right now, and it’s never been directed at her, it’s something she won’t soon forget. “What can I do? It's not like it meant anything. It was a stupid fluke." He doesn't care because it makes no difference, she knows that. "I didn't mean to..." that was an understatement.

when he sees her thumb go to her mouth, it's the moment he knows what she's about to tell him isn't good. it's her nervous tell, one he's seen a few times over the years and especially in the time they were together. chase gathers his hands in front of himself, his full body weight against the door, which proves to be a good thing, as the words that tumble from her lips feel like a punch to the gut. a punch to the gut that causes him to lose all balance. for a solid few seconds he merely stares at her, until the penny drops and his emotions come bubbling to the surface, "what. the. fuck." he pauses between words, shock evident on his face. each word feels like acid on his tongue, as he looks at the woman he was once certain he'd marry, tell him she made out with his best friend and castmate. "are you being serious right now, madelyn?" he uses her full given name, instead of the many nicknames he's given to her over the years, the severity of the situation clear in his voice. suddenly he pushes himself off the door and storms towards her, crowding her as he looks down at her from where he stands a mere foot away from her, "because you can't seriously fucking be telling me you made out with my best friend." his words are harsh and cold like steel, "wow..." he chuckles sardonically and turns his back to her while pushing his hands through his hair. when he turns back towards madelyn, his features convey nothing but disdain. "drunken mistake or not, you had to know this was throwing a wrench into our entire lives," he spits, "we work together for fuck's sake!" chase shakes his head and looks down at her, "but i bet that thought didn't enter your little head. no, 'cause madelyn only thinks of her own fucking self." chase looks down at her as his fists clench, longing to punch a wall. or better yet... rudy's face. "congratu-fucking-lations," chase's voice is cold as ice as his eyes lock on hers, "you just fucked everything up."

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This conversation is one that Madelyn has been dreading, and maybe that’s why she’s been putting it off. She’s not even sure it will end up being much of a conversation, Chase could just turn around and walk out, not that she would blame him. This is definitely going to create havoc in her personal life but the fact that it could cross over into her professional life makes it even worse. They’ll all remain professional of course but tensions will still run high. After opening the door for him, her heart rate immediately picks up because her nerves are kicking in. “Not sure it will live up to your expectations in that regard…” her thumbnail immediately dips into her mouth, a nervous habit she hasn’t been able to break. It’s clear there’s no time for small talk when he doesn’t even want to step into the house. Taking a breath she figured she may as well just come out with it. “Rudy and I sort of hooked up,” her eyes are focused on her feet because saying it out loud just makes her feel even worse. “Not like that. We just kissed. And we were wasted, I know that isn’t an excuse but it’s definitely what clouded our judgement. I’m not trying to justify it, but that’s how it happened. And I’m sorry.” The words were spilling out of her mouth in a jumbled mess, her mouth clearly moving quicker than her brain.

it isn't like chase and madelyn have hung out much since their breakup, so when she asked him to come over in quite a haste to tell him something, the warning sirens in his head go off. what in the world could she want to talk to him about? his thoughts go from the mildest of scenarios to the wildest, yet he can't for the life of him understand the entire situation without the facts. when the door to the familiar house opens and the blonde appears, chase's eyebrows scrunch down and he tilts his head to the side. "we've barely talked for months and then you ask me over here from out of nowhere, so this better be good," he starts and enters behind her, opting not to step deeper into the house but rather lean against the front door as he waits for her to speak. / @mads--cline