a g n e s

logan couldn't help chuckling at her impassioned speech about him not being a sad sack for the rest of the night. it might even have been the reason he stayed up as long as he did. "that was the plan... what did you have in mind?"

"your plans are terrible" she stated bluntly. "anything beats crying in a hotel room, logan. i could snort a line of wasabi and it would be a less a painful experience than what you were considering putting yourself through. firstly, we're going to the bar and then we're going to get you on the dance floor"

"hey, agnes!" jesse grinned before taking the seat beside her. this party was awesome but he needed to take five. there were so many people that had wanted to catch up with him... it was wild. "how are you? are you having fun?"

"jesse" she greeted "i'm alright, yeah fun for now before i make some sort of decision that is going change the course of this party experience." she wasn't sure yet but she kew she was going to end up doing something "what about you? enjoying the extravagance that the party has to offer?"

"hiiiiiiii-," gigi greeted as she sat herself down beside agnes. this was a party, right? minus the sex, drugs and rock and roll for herself of course but still. "hasn't juliette just done the most? i mean, i'm obsessed. lowkey though, she could just hook up with jesse herself and save on flamingo inflatables next time."

"well look who graces us with her grand appearance" she answered when gigi had slipped into the spot next to her. with gigi came gossiping, it went hand in hand "if this isn't the most then i don't know if i want to know what is. it's a party, it's the one time you're allowed to do the most." agnes didn't care whatever people got up to, that was their business. she was hardly an angel "and why would she do that when she could smother him in flamingo inflatables?"

"agnes andrews-," caitlyn greeted, raising her eyebrows from behind her heart shaped sunglasses. "should we be worried about property damage?"

"caitlyn coates..." she nodded, eyes turning to the crowd before looking back at her "that depends. it's only early in the evening and who's to say how much fun i'll have"

serena waved in return and took the opportunity to head over to see agnes and wish her luck before the show, not that she needed any luck. "agnes, how are you?" she smiled, arriving to hug her "are you ready for your runway?"

returning the hug, she sat back in her seat and groaned "other than obscenely hungover, i'm alright. i blame those three am jello shots. i'm ready to get the runway over with so i can go lay down. what brings you here? do you know the designer?"

"You know me, I always manage to find a fight in any room, so I should know it's gonna happen. I would love some backup for once."

"it wouldn't be a complete night out if you haven't found a fight. hey, what fun is it to always fight alone"

"well, that is one way of putting it. i find the smartest course of action is to have nothing for gossip girl to get her hands on. aren't you an open book, agnes?"

"or is the smartest way to live without shame and then nothing gossip girl can say would mean anything? being an open book suits me better. closed books don't have any stories, live authentically i say."

"They are boring, but I have to graduate from college. We are gonna need a lot of shots to take me out. You'd better be doing them with me."

"ugggh, graduating and growing up is so stuffy. it feels suffocating and i've not even done it yet. would i ever say no to you and shots? the day i do that please know that there would be an imposter among you"

"i don't know. busy, or whatever. forget about it," he scoffed, waving a hand dismissively as they walked along to the first bar of the night. zach couldn't help the small smile that followed though. "well, there's no denying that. i bet not everyone even survives the night."

agnes rolled her eyes at his dismissal "or you could just say whatever it was you were going to say" the walk to the bar wasn't too bad, the rest of the crowd not far ahead from them walking "my money is on losing at least five by bar three"

logan hadn't even considered how he sounded until he was met with agnes' onslaught of... what was that? concern? he paused, a small smile tugging onto his lips. "i'm just going to drown my sorrows and get my key card to room 706. i might finish off some strawberries and then i'm gonna sleep this whole night off. this is enough birthday-valentines fun for me."

"i'll punch you in the goddamn throat for that" she would need a chair to stand on to get high enough to punch said throat but she'll find one. "so what? you're just going to spend your birthday and this whole party to celebrate you crying in a hotel room? jeez logan. that simply cannot be allowed"

vanessa wasn't judging (except she was totally judging) as she raised a brow in agnes andrews' direction. she knew her by reputation only, whether that was good or bad... well. vanessa had almost finished up taking the behind-the-scenes shots when she heard her. "was it really that rough a night?"

she looked over to the photographer, it was vanessa, right? yeah, it was vanessa. she remembered serena and a few others talking to her before "what can i say, we all like to have a night out. my friends just convince me to join fashion shows when we're out"

agnes andrews wasn't one for working when she didn't feel like it, but one of her friends were one of the designers in the central park fashion show and she had agreed (after a few drinks on a night out) to walk in the show.

there wasn't much that really got under lili's skin. she had dealt with a lot worse than upper east side brats in her life. but... when you combine agnes andrews with ruby reyes and a set of strict instructions, you get a recipe for disaster. lili had sworn to herself she wouldn't end up babysitting either one of them again. this gig at had been a favour, though. this is a favour. "agnes. you're not thinking about doing anything that would affect the show, are you?"

she chuckled into her coffee when lili asked her the question, remembering the last time lili asked that unfortunate question that resulted in the most dramatic fashion show new york fashion week had seen since the ninties. agnes looked up at the bodyguard with a wry grin "me? i don't know where you'd get such an idea"

"if i remember right... it was somewhere between the jello shots and the keg stand that you promised to do it. but if you want to make a break for it, i don't mind causing a diversion."

"damn those jello shots, they put me in a fun mood." she sighed remembering the point of the night "i can't do that now, too late unfortunately. save yourself sapph"

of all the people she didn't expect to see here, it was serena van der woodsen. agnes was here doing a favour to her friend but serena was above all of this. maybe not. agnes watched the way the camera's and the crowd we're drawn to her like she the princess diana of the upper east side. seeing serena from her spot backstage, she gave her friend a wave hello

"God, that's like a stake to my heart. For you, I will have at least ten shots and makeout with a random."

"sorry to strike the blow but law books are boring. i love this for you. shots until you drop sounds like a great idea"