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Sometimes you just have to find the most attractive man you can and con him into being your date for a fancy business dinner. @lukasblackwells, you really do clean up nicely you know.

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Caleb blinked and rubbed his eyes, needing a second for Adelaide to come into focus. “Hey Ade. Want me to put on pants first or is this a boxers only endeavor?” He asked, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, not even bothering to spend another minute focused on the broken window.

She rolled her eyes and snorted, stepping up to the front door of the trailer. “Pants are completely optional, I need your ink expertise,  my sleepy friend.”

“Wait, okay, so I get being a vampire whatever entails drinking blood and that whole sha-bang, but I don’t have to spend a whole eternity without pizza right? Cause if so, you might want to just go ahead and stake me now.”

“You can absolutely eat pizza. And the garlic thing is a myth. You won’t die if you eat and it can’t repel you.”

“Goddamnit”  he had smiled to the person and since he wasn’t used yet to the whole being a vampire thing yet, his fangs ended up popping out, and he covered his mouth quickly, he was training, but he didn’t know how to control himself and his powers yet fully.

“The control takes time, I promise it will get better. Just think of it like going through second puberty. You’re going through changes, you just have to adjust.”

He’d bought the building on a whim, the idea kicking in with all the nostalgia that came with playing at the Yacht Club had brought back. But, he’d sat on it and not done anything further, until today. Getting up with an urge to work on some renovations, the building had been long closed off and close to being cordoned off as a condemned building. It had taken him hours but he was finally getting an idea of what it was going to be. He was bent over a pipe, Nina Simone playing loudly from the speakers he’d tuned just an hour earlier, he heard someone walk in and he lifted his head. “Uh, you need anything?”

Ade had heard the music drifting down the walkway and it pulled her towards it, her curiosity getting the better of her. She found herself in front of a rather dilapidated building, one she was fairly certain had been closed since she’d moved to town in her teens if not long before. When she realized she knew the man standing inside, she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her lips. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Dude!” Caleb shouted, as he jumped up to the window where the rock had just flown in, baseball bat in hand. He knew he was crashing in his Dad’s old trailer, but being pelted by a rock seemed to bring a new meaning to the word trailer trash.

Ade knew Caleb was probably still sleeping away his Monster Jam hangover, but she’d been struck with inspiration for a new tattoo and she needed to tell him as quickly as possible. What she hadn’t anticipated was vampire strength making a normal pebble toss quite so dangerous. She held her hands up in sincere apology and gave him a slight grimace. “I’ll fix your window, I swear, but in all fairness, I do need to talk to you.”

A mischievous grin snaked through the crowd, as Maddy took in the sight of her beautifully new creation. She had always had a weird affixation for the 1920s. The parties were bigger, the morals were looser and the liquor was cheaper. It had sparked the idea of her new little business- Gatsby’s pop-up Speakeasy. She hadn’t told anyone what she was up to, in the off chance that she failed or hadn’t followed through. But now it was real. She had littered the streets with flyers the morning after Monster Jam. A speakeasy that would change locations once a month based on a famous book, movie or tv series.The location this month was in the basement of Wicked Good Books and the crowd had already been rolling in. She knew Monster Jam had just ended, but for a girl who drank her past away, the party never stopped.

Moving to the beat of the music, she took two shot off from one of the passing trays. Maddy reached the door, cracking it open slightly and cocking up an eyebrow before asking the person at the entrance, “Gotta a secret?” The secret being the password to get in.

Adelaide had spent the entirety of Monster Jam drinking, she figured there was no harm in keeping her streak alive, so she found herself staring down at the flyer in her hand that she’d ripped from a light pole, her feet planted in front of the door located in the bookstore. She was taken aback only marginally by the voice attached to the blonde that was currently peeking out at her and she grinned. “I slept with a married senator once in the backroom of a seedy bar in New York.”

@adelaidebeauchamp

“Okay, so I know this Tinder thing is supposed to be a great way to meet people, but like, look at this guy.” Holding her phone out to Adelaide, Grace leaned back with a crinkled nose and a laugh. “That’s literally a picture of John Stamos. Who do people think they’re fooling?”

Adelaide tilted slightly to look at the screen and snorted at the image of Uncle Jesse stared back at her. “You know, maybe John Stamos is really into supernaturals and has been hanging around for Monster Jam?”

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Throwback to this beauties birthday because It was such a fun night. How are we going to top this birthday @grace-freemont?

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If you’re looking for two girls who can break your heart and your ego, you’ve come to the right place. @evieducasse

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“Oh my god, seriously? Was anyone hurt?”

“Everyone was fine, I think the most damaged was Nolan’s ego. He had just set a float on fire after everyone saw his junk.”

“It possibly could be lost in the ball pit for the gods. Or we could just dive in and try to find it together.”

“I am far too not sober for a ball pit, I’d be lost to the ball pit gods forever if I went in there.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it. It’s on then, maybe we should do something to speed it up though…”

“You could give them most minuscule amount of alcohol and it would happen. Ten bucks says Adam has already lost his shirt.”

“Blew in about a week ago.” She grinned, moving forward and wrapping her arms tightly around her old friend. “You look great! How are you? Let’s go get a drink, I’m parched.”

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? It’s been too long.” She returned the hug with a loud giggle, stupidly happy to see the blonde. “I don’t think you have nearly enough time to listen to how I’ve been, but I’m better. A drink sounds perfect.”

“I got you, I feel like the only thing I can make is flower crowns. It’s my specialty.” She laughed, walking with her old and probably best friend. “Besides, we can do anything we put our minds to after a shot… or five.” She smirked, “I was thinking, you know, to start things off with a bit of a bang we should just go for the witches brew first, what do you think?”

“Witches brew, huh? I heard Issy was back to making them. I’m down.” It was about time Adelaide let herself actually enjoy the youth she had while she had it. Her life was too long to dwell on the bullshit she’d been through and with Evie back, it was easier for her to actually let herself just have fun. “Come on, let’s go get shitty.”

“Special occasion.” Nichlaes mused, merely glancing over at the woman. She seemed familiar, but he couldn’t pinpoint from where, and he didn’t seem all too bothered by it. Over the many years alive, he was used to it. “The only amusing part here is alcohol. So far.” He pointed out, taking another sip out of his glass.

“Aren’t we the lucky ones then?” Ade took a long swig from her own beverage and tossed her head to shift a chunk of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. “Alcohol is always amusing. Especially when someone gets drunk enough to make a spectacle of themselves, then it’s hilarious.”