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      “That so?” Abel asks, deliberately letting his gaze trail along her features as a smirk ensues. Tequila was the one thing that got to him, so it was decidedly a matter of doing shots until one or the other could no longer handle it. “You heard her,” turning toward the bartender now, he places his card on the counter, palm facing down as he orders. “We need a line of tequila shots, pronto.” 

Rosalie knew that her goal to have as much fun as possible at the party would now be reached. “I’m Rose, by the way.” She figured if she was going to hang out with someone for the majority of the night then he at least deserved to know her name. That is, if he didn’t know it already.

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Eden smiled at the bartender as he handed her the martini, she had been drinking champagne all night that she needed a change. She was about to return to her table before being startled when the person behind her screamed out of nowhere, spilling most of her martini. She placed the almost empty glass on the counter as she gave a sign to the bartender to fill it up again. “Maybe I should take it as a sign to stop drinking,” she said, trying to see the humour in the situation. “Are you having fun, Rose?”

“Maybe too much,” Rosalie placed her hands over her face in attempts to hide from her drunken slip up. “How long have you been here? I didn’t see you anywhere.” She laughed, taking a seat in one of the stools at the bar. The last thing she needed was to fall down.

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WHAT YOUR MUSE’S NAME IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

Alex aka Bad Decisions.

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S PICTURE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S RINGTONE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

(Hello vine sound)

MY MUSE’S LAST TEXT TO YOUR MUSE:

[ sms to: alex aka bad decisions. ] – I’m never drinking with you again. It’s been three days and I’m convinced that I’m still drunk. 

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WHAT YOUR MUSE’S NAME IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

Ethan.♡ (answer no matter what)

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S PICTURE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S RINGTONE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

wild by troye sivan

MY MUSE’S LAST TEXT TO YOUR MUSE:

[ sms to: ethan. ♡ ] – I can’t find one of my dresses. Do you think you might have packed it in the move?

[ sms to: ethan. ♡ ] – If not that’s okay. It isn’t that important.

[ UNSENT sms to: ethan. ♡ ] – The dress was just an excuse to text you. I miss you.

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WHAT YOUR MUSE’S NAME IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

Teaaa. ♡

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S PICTURE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S RINGTONE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

army by ellie goulding

MY MUSE’S LAST TEXT TO YOUR MUSE:

[ sms to: teaaa. ♡ ] – I’m free for lunch tomorrow. I have a load of assistant drama to vent about. You can remind me that I can’t fire everyone.

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WHAT YOUR MUSE’S NAME IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

baby girl. ♡

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S PICTURE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S RINGTONE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

That’s my best friend by Tokyo Vanity

MY MUSE’S LAST TEXT TO YOUR MUSE:

[ sms to: baby girl. ♡ ] – I’m coming by in five minutes. 

[ sms to: baby girl. ♡ ] – Okay that’s a total lie I’m already at the door. Open up I have drinks and snacks. Pregame before we go out.

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WHAT YOUR MUSE’S NAME IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

drew. (always answer)

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S PICTURE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S RINGTONE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

just a little by bantu

MY MUSE’S LAST TEXT TO YOUR MUSE:

[ sms to: drew (always answer) ] – I have to go out and buy a cake for my next event. I’m quitting. A cake hater can’t be seen buying one. Is that extra? I feel like it is.

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“I was forced to come,” he said with a shrug. “I don’t really like coming to this kind of events anymore.” That shouldn’t be a secret to her as she knew how his lifestyle had drastically changed since his niece had moved with him. He looked at Rose as he tried to convince him she was fine, shaking his head before trying to help her sit down. “I’m sure you were.” Ethan looked over at the group of people she was talking to, they all seemed to be in a worse state than her. “I was actually about to leave.” Although that plan had been delayed for now. “Despite my reluctance, I had a pretty good night, but it seems like your night has been better than mine.”

“I knew you wouldn’t have come without some kind of force,” Even when not all there Rosalie could piece things together well. “Your niece is way more important than some stupid party everyone is using as an excuse to get drunk, I’m sure.” She added, sitting down in the chair. There were a few water bottles sat on the nearby table. The blonde grabbed one and opened it to take a drink. Attempting to prevent the hangover bound to come in the morning. “Oh it’s only been better because I had my best friends Tequila and vodka here tonight. Tomorrow we’ll be enemies but for now we’re good.” She joked. “I know you intend to head straight home after this but could I talk you into breakfast at a 24 hour cafe I know of?”

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        “Ah,” he nods, licking his lips some as he leans back, gesturing with his hand for the bartender to take their order next, gaze returning to the unfamiliar blonde. “Oh, no, I can handle tequila..” Abel was a heavyweight when it came to tolerating alcohol, but tequila.. tequila was something else. And if he was gonna tolerate this damn thing, he’d do so for now with a pretty blonde and a shit tonne of alcohol. “Question is, can you?” 

“You’ll just have to find that one out for yourself.” Rosalie’s tolerance for alcohol included at least one mixed drink and five or six shots depending on how strong the mixed drink was. She was already one very strong mixed drink and three shots down. The vagueness of her answer coming from the fact that she truly didn’t know how long she could handle it for. But it was a night where fun was the only thing was on the to-do list.

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“Such is the life of the better population, we are burdened with great fame. If I see another camera, I’m throwing it Naomi Campbell style.” Or shoving it down the requestor’s throat, though that felt a bit excessive for the crime being committed. Then again, her own temperamental behavior could never quite be predicted. “I’m always up for a booze search. Lead the way.”

“I’m with you there. A woman can only see flashes from a camera so many times before she finally snaps.” Rosalie spoke from experience. Already having broken a camera once. It was something she regretted looking back on it but what was done was done. “Good. I heard a little bit of chatter that they were bringing it in from over there.” She told the other woman , pointing over by a door as she began walking.

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Ethan had prolonged his stay at this party longer than he had anticipated, mostly because every time he tried to leave his best friend convinced him to stay a bit longer. However, the party had reached that moment where the flutes of champagne began to take its toll which also meant that was his cue for leaving. He finished his last martini and just as he was about to look for his best friend to say goodbye, he heard a familiar voice. He knew she probably would be there, but until now their paths hadn’t crossed, not like Ethan was avoiding Rosalie but seeing her in that state he might as well have. “Hey,” he greeted her, grabbing her softly by the arm and taking her to a less crowded area, away from all the people whispering. “I think you’ve had enough.” Ethan took the cup and set it in one of the nearby tables. “Would you like to sit?” he asked, offering her a warm smile.

“Ethan! Hi I didn’t know you were here.” Rosalie hiccuped, offering him a thousand watt smile as she followed along to where he was taking her. In her drunken state, she nearly tripped over her feet. Somehow managaing to correct herself before it happened. “Why would I want to sit? I’m perfectly fine,” It was a lie and no one had to be a genius to figure it out. “I was making friends over there. All really interesting people. One had a story about a dog...or was it a cat? I don’t remember. Whatever.” She shrugged. “How’s your night going?”

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By now Rosalie had been at the party long enough to get substantially drunk. Having more than a couple of margaritas and a few too many shots over her limit. It was an event she hadn’t planned and didn’t have to be on her absolute best behavior for. That fact making her tap into her previously dormant party girl side. The side that was full force in college. “Cheers!” She exclaimed a little louder than the music playing to a person she hadn’t even known. Her cup spilling a bit. “Whoops.” Turning to bystanders, a hiccup came amongst her giggling. “None of you saw anything.”

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“More than me?“ Abel questions with an arched brow, taking time to eye the blonde inquisitively. “Didn’t think that was possible.” He chugs the last of his beer and glances back over at her, trying to think of any damn way at this point to get himself through the night. “What do you drink?”

“On most nights anything does the trick but I’m leaning more towards tequila tonight.” She told him, stirring the ice in her now empty glass with her straw. Examining the clock quickly to see how much more time she had to spend at the party before it was okay to leave. It wasn’t a lot but more than she wanted. “Is beer your only poison of choice or could you handle tequila?” The question held a teasing tone as it left her lips.

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“What? I wasn’t going to say anything,” It was absolute sarcasm of which Rosalie had mastered. Truthfully, she had a whole tirade ready to go on about the reason he’d told her he wasn’t coming. But she refrained. “I told you most people are in this for the free booze. Myself included,” Rosalie shook the bit of liquid and ice around in her glass. Being careful not to spill it. “A night to get absolute blackout and no one is judging because almost everyone else is too.”

               It was safe to say large events such as these had never been Shane’s idea of a good time, hell he’d take returning to Afghanistan over this any day. And yet here he was, making his way into the extravagantly decorated club, the male couldn’t help but feel somewhat out of place even as he did recognize the face of another. “Don’t even think about saying what you’re about to say — I know I said this wasn’t my scene, but in the name of keeping up appearances it would wrong of me to not, even if just for a short while; or maybe it was the the offer of free booze, color me curious…”

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Rosalie took up real estate in a stool at the bar. Taking sips from her drink ever so often and sprinkling in a few shots here and there. It was going to take a lot for her to make it through the night. “Maybe even more.” She countered. It wasn’t that the party was boring it was just way more people than she liked to be around at one time.

       By nature, Abel wasn’t really the kind to let loose and have fun considering he’d always held himself the responsible one, of sorts. If the only way to get through this thing was drink himself silly, however, he wasn’t going to stop himself. At that thought, he tugged at the collar of his tux, and turned around to find someone hanging alone by the bar like he. Prime opportunity for a drinking partner. “Despising this night as much as I am?“ 

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The event hadn’t been quite as high society as others Rosalie had attended. Being the daughter of the CEO who ran Taylor Inc. had it’s advantages. Then there were things like this. Where she came just for the hell of it. It was finally something that she hadn’t planned herself. The only thing on her to do list was get as drunk as possible but every five seconds someone was recognizing her. “Tell me about it. Although if I hear my name one more time I may consider changing it.” She joked, it being a very dry one. “I heard they were keeping more tequila somewhere around here if you’re up for a search.”

Her veins burned with annoyance, the burden of sharing space with average Joe’s from around the city already beginning to take its toll. How she missed the exclusivity of more private gatherings. “If one more random person asks me whether or not I’m Regina Salazar, you can find me stapling a name tag to my forehead.” Sauntering out onto the balcony, the brunette shooed away a pair of intimately embraced lovers before finishing the remainder of her glass. “There is not enough tequila in me for this bullshit.”