Falling.

"Wha- no. I wouldn't take you s-somewhere dangerous. I just didn't think you would want to risk getting your stuff dirty. I heard Bunny say how much she spent on her shoes once and- I don't know. It didn't seem worth it when this m-might not even be something you think is that cool." Miles shook his head, wiggling the gate's handle a few times before it finally gave and swung open to reveal a path that was obviously overgrown. "It's not breaking and entering, I promise. I know the guy who lives here. Or at least he used to before he- well I'm not really sure what happened but n-no one else ever moved in so it's fine. We're not actually going in the house anyways." Everything about his prior mentor was still a mystery, but Miles was sure he wouldn't mind what he was doing. At least he wouldn't as long as he stayed outside and avoided sharing too many of Willy's personal details. Despite his absence Miles still felt a strong sense of loyalty to the man, and he felt he owed him at least that much. But when he'd heard about Blythe's mission to amp up her garden there was only one place that had come to mind, and with their new friendship (if it could be called that much) he was eager to show it to her. "It's fine. That's the one thing I have enough of. I think it's one of the only perks of working outside all the time." He shook his head, leading her down the overgrown path until he came to a stop in front of the small glass building with the door propped open. "It isn't as pretty as yours but it was. Once. And it still is in it's own way. I thought it might be something different for your paintings."

Upon arriving at the gate, Blythe was both puzzled and excited. Clearly there was something afoot, and it smelled like an adventure. Something she hadn't been on in too long. Well, if you could count an afternoon out an adventure, which to the blonde, she did. "So suspect gate, and into the thicket? Miles, you're one surprise after another. Just remember, if we do end up in jail, you're with me. We don't talk." She shot him a wink before following closely behind, her hand briefly grazing his shoulder until the path was wide enough for her to return to his side. "Was this a friend of yours?" She asked, glancing around as they continued down the path. "Because I am liking this already. The secret garden vibes are heavy, so if you're trying to impress, you're right on the..." Her words fell off as they came to the glass building, her eyes shifting from that to Miles, and back again. Without a word, she took a few steps towards the building, her eyes unable to stop from jumping all over the place. It seemed peaceful, untouched by the outside world. Safe. She beamed, and nodded towards the door. "There are very few times you can stun me silent, but Miles, not only is this beyond thoughtful, but it's quite literally perfect, and we've not been inside yet. So please, after you, or I may dash inside and ruin it." Her hands rested at her side as she resisted the urge to clap. "It's beautiful, ours are to show, these gardens are to enjoy. I need the story, so please share it."

"Is that a promise?" Walt asked Bass, biting down on his lower lip as his smile threatened to give away how much he'd enjoy that. "Do you actually believe in that archaic saying?" He asked him, as that saying seemed to go against everything the man essentially stood for. So perhaps he'd been right, he hadn't gotten him all that down just yet. Walt watched as Bass brought the joint up to his lips, grinning at the move. It was certainly one he could applaud, as he knew exactly what he was doing and it was most definitely working for him. He did as the guy asked and sucked– and he had to admit, that'd been some quality shit. "Yeah, this is definitely not the shit your buddy's get sold." Walt joked, as he slowly blew out the smoke. "That's just half of it, actually more like seventy-five percent. The other twenty-five is solely due to the fact that we need a big first out to set the mood. Ever seen Scream?" He asked Bass. "It did, didn't it. I'm having a blast." Walt let the guy know, enjoying his touch. "You don't say?" He said, feigning offense as he brought his hands to his chest. "Are they really important?" He asked, as he shifted in his seat closer to Bass. "Please elaborate for me." The smirk on his features only growing as he leaned in closer.

"You've learned a very important lesson here tonight. Don't underestimate me, pretty boy." He purred, all too happy to to steal the joint back, puffing a few times, the room growing a bit hazy. Bass would've had to be a daft idiot to not see how this was all playing out, the air was thick as he inched closer, closing the space left between them. He didn't have to say a word, so he didn't as he reached out and gripped Walt by the back of his neck, pulling their lips together as he kissed him. Slow at first, savoring it, before his tongue flicked against his lips, demanding entrance. He melted into it, hand fisting the material of his shirt as he held him even closer. Letting out a sigh, he pulled away, smirking wide, a little too pleased with himself. "I think I said all that needed to be said, yeah?" Head cocked to the side, smirk still growing, he picked the joint back up, hitting it one last time before passing it over. "Might want to finish that and take a seat." He said with a pat of his lap. Could someone walk by and blow their situation up? Yes, did he care? Absolutely the fuck not.

"So those two," Daisy said, nodding over at a pair that were wrapped up in their own conversation. "most certainly plotting on how they'll be offing some of these folks off. Those two are certainly slashers." She said, taking a small sip from the "vampire blood" offered to her. Oh, how she adored a good ol' Rosewood house party.

Bass had been wrapped up in watching another couple, arguing about the need to talk. Instead of drowning by association, he turned his attention to the couple in question. "Oh yeah, for sure. Too many emotions for innocent, right? Though you say that to the wrong person and they'll think you're guilty, or so I've been told." He said with a slow roll of his eyes. "The perks to this are the drinks. So cheers to that, and your look. Divine."

"So... What's your opinion on killing people in the middle of the night?" Hester narrowed her eyes over the lip of her cup, half whispering as if to be discreet. She was taking the advice to attempt to "make friends" and she figured what better way to do that than throw her hat in the ring for a party game.

"Sort of the whole point, no? Seems correct for season, and what's sexier than getting offed than at night? Maybe at sea, but that's a whole other story. Is this your way of telling me to watch out?" He looked over at his cousin, mock fear in his eyes. "To think I put on my best shoes for this event."

"Ugh, that was gross. I'm glad I wasn't imagining it though." She offered her joint to Bass, tilting her head to the side to look at his costume. "That pink is majestic, B." Afra chuckled and then shrugged. "I just got here, trying to figure out the game. I'm gonna entertain you and say no, what does that mean?"

"Men are the worst, and I apologize for us. It's why I'm the way I am, an apology for my kind, and the best of them." He said humbly, batting his lashes up at the other. "Thank you. Barbie and Tinsley were the inspiration, plus a dash of coke to pull it together." He raised his brow and let out a sigh of disgust. "Dear girl. You're lost without me. Shots, then a few more. Trust me, this is the best thing for you. Are we a vodka or tequila?"

"Not much of anything," Walt told him, matter of factly. "But the same can't be said for most of the yuppies that tend to surround you." He let him know, as he'd heard the countless stories from the dealers around town of up charging the worst shit to some of the more affluent members of town. "You don't say? Where were you when I was in middle school?" He joked, his smile the widest it's been when Bass pulled out a joint from his shirt's pocket. "You know, I have this feeling that's going to be my second favorite pink thing you give me tonight." He said with a sly smile, taking a hold of the joint to look it over. A well done leaving his lips, before he handed it back to the guy. "Oh, it's an opinion? I actually prefer that. Here I was hoping I'd gotten you down, already." Walt said, with a disappointed snap of his fingers. "And are you having a good time?" He asked, taking note of Bass' not so sly flexing. It was more than evident that the guy took pride in what he looked like, and he had to admit, the sight was great. "I wouldn't call it dangerous, I just know how to wade through the bullshit. I know what I want, you know what you want." Walt laughed at his insinuation. "Now we're talking like someone who's ready to play Bodies, Bodies, Bodies." He twisted his lips at his question. "If I had to take someone out first, I'd pick you."

He ran his tongue along his gums as he let the words settle, giving them more meaning, which was saying something given how his body shifted a bit in the seat. A flick of his lighter had the join lit, and he took a few pulls, letting the smoke fill his lungs before letting it slowly flow out. Hanging in a cloud in front of them both. "You'll get me down soon enough. Can't have you skipping ahead, good things come to those who wait." He nodded, and instead of offering it out right, he boldly pressed the joint against his lip, thumb grazing the upper before pulling away. "We'll be taking a tour of this place real soon then. Sounds good to me, now suck that and tell me it isn't the best thing you've inhaled before." He said with a purr, shaking his head with a laugh. "Why, so you had you me to yourself for the rest of the night? Selfish is a good look on you. Tonight is full of surprises. I'm glad you lingered out here by yourself. Fate did us good." He spoke the words as he looked up, nodding his head respectfully. "You'd be my pick too. Turn you into my right hand, we all know how important those are." He slid his hand to rest down on Walt's shoulder, fingers rubbing into it.

"Am I just...really high right now or did that guy just really do that?" Afra shook her head as if to get rid of the image in her head and then looked at the joint in her hand and then back to the guy she was talking about. "There's no way he did that, right?"

"It takes a special type of person to pull that off in a room full of people. Choices.." Bass spoke as he dropped beside Afra, looking up with a small smirk on his lips. "So basic people aside, are you having fun? If you say no, you know what means.."

"You know, I just might be, Bass." Walt let Bass know. "Which I'm sure you're fond of, but you know I enjoy the journey to find myself on someone's lap. Especially if it's to accuse them of lying." He said, teasingly as the man took a seat besides him. 'Those are indeed those brothers who mixed it up with Ms. Drew every so often. Well, please tell your mom she's got taste as they are honestly great reads. While the Clock Ticked, a masterpiece." Walt laughed as Bass spoke of what he'd done with the page. "I imagine it must have been quite the joint. Please tell me it wasn't just some mid weed." He thanked Bass as he handed him some candy from the table at the center of the room. "You know, you say that, but I can't help but think a part of you is really excited to play some psychological chess with our peers. You have pretty great company thus far, so you're welcomed to stay by my side until your break time is over." Walt looked out of the corner of his eye, watching Bass's fingers find themselves dangling close to his skin. He shifted so that he was looking at the guy, head on. "Well, with a game like this, you try to stay as unassuming as possible. Your object is to make no waves, keep yourself as out of the mix for as long as you can." Walt nodded, propping his head down against Bass's arm. "Until you have the perfect moment to pull a move."

Bass had to give credit where credit was due, and Walt deserved his round of snaps. It was rare for Bass to ever feel that flush of warmth across his cheeks, yet there it was, and just as quick, he was rubbing his lips and clearing his throat. "What about me gives mid anything? Please. I was getting medical in middle school, can't be getting headaches when sponging in all that learning. In fact, I think.." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a joint he'd rolled earlier that night. Instead of a book page, it was the same shade of shocking pink, matching his outfit. "Someone seems to have quite the opinion of me, which is sexy, keep thinking about me, I like it. Can't say you're entirely wrong, but I'm just here for a good time. Live and let live, you know?" It was like Walt had peeked inside of his head, and in effort to make sure the other was kept on his toes, his arm shifted a bit as muscle flexed and allowed his fingers to tap just under his chin. "You my dear, are dangerous, and exactly what my night needed, however, I warn you, keep talking like that and you won't be seeing much of this party. Now, before hormones reach climax, tell me this, if you were a killer, who would be your first and only victim?"

"I don't know how true that is," Walt let him know, as they were in the know on who he was. And he was the guy people arrived at a party just to see. "but you're more than allowed to live in that thought." He found himself nodding as Bass spoke. "A living, breathing Hardy Boy, in front of me?" Walt teased. "They were a book series about brother detectives–" He explained shortly before shaking his head. He suffered with giving out references to things outside of their age frame, something that afflicted most of his makeshift family. "That's quite the deal. I'm not so sure I can turn that one down." Walt grinned at the guy's mischievousness, it was charming to say the least. "Could you believe it's neither?" Walt told Bass. "It's a simple case of the edible started kicking my ass way too early. I wouldn't be as cunning a player as I usually am." Walt said, the smile on his face only growing brighter.

"Are you insinuating that I'm lying? Now Walt, usually someone is in my lap before they're accusing me of lying." He winked and set himself back into the couch, sinking into the overstuffed comfort. His grin only widened as the other went on a mini tangent of some obscure reference. "Are those the brothers who got with Nancy Drew? I know my mom had a few of those yellow books around the house growing up. Got mad when I used a page to roll a joint back in the day." His brows knitted together as he got the whole story, and let out a small laugh. Without a word, he reached over to the table and grabbed a few random treats, handing some candy to the other. "Can't even fault you for that. I'd much rather be lounging around and high off my ass. Guess we can count this as my break time before going back to the thick of things. This way you can tell me more about how cunning you are, I'm all ears." As he spoke, his arm slipped behind him on the back of the couch, fingers just ever so barely grazing Walt's shoulder.

Walt had found himself laying back on a coach, a little away from the rest of the party. You might be asking yourself, why? Well, he'd taken an edible and well, the edible was in fact doing what it was meant to do. So he was vibing to the sounds of Kelela's 'Contact', until a voice garnered his attention. He tilted his head back to find himself in the company of Bass. Bass Chadwell. "The entire party is currently playing a game where they are picking each other off. I highly doubt this is the most offensive thing happening tonight." Walt said, his smile growing with each word as he turned to actually face the guy. "Plus, you're not exactly with the rest of them right now either."

"No one is gonna miss me too much if I'm gone." Bass said, as if for a second that could be true. "I like to wander, find out the secrets of where I'm at, you know?" He admired the smile for a moment, matching it with one of his own. Deciding to get comfortable, he took a seat down beside Walt, feet kicked up on the table. Hands smoothed out the material of his pants, a habit since he loved the texture of them. "I won't tell anyone if you don't, our first secret of the night. Anyways, why aren't you out there playing with the rest of us? Not your thing, or afraid of having to be wicked? Personally, wicked would be a look you'd pull off."

"But also seems like the perfect move for a potential slasher. Subvert all suspicions off of you and even paint yourself as the perfect victim?" Tara narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him before breaking out into a playful smile. "At least that's the move i'd go with. Who doesn't fall for the damsel in distress thing? Especially when you're pulling off a look that well." She nodded. "I've ended up on enough hit lists this year. Here's hoping you manifest some good fortune in my future. You got luck on your side?"

"I like where your head is at." Bass replied, his lips curling into a quick smirk before breaking out in a small laugh. "So basically I have to keep my eye out for you? Noted. Appreciate the compliment though, the taste is there. I figured if I had to die at all, at least get it done in style. Should it happen tonight, please make sure someone picks a Beyonce song to send me out with." He finished off his drink before offering the other a bottle. Couldn't very well drink alone, what would people say? "My last name is Chadwell, you already know that's living on a coaster. Today seems to be a good one, so I can't complain, yet. Give me ten minutes."

"But the look called for it and sometimes, we risk it for a great look." Brooklyn let her cousin know, as she looked him over as she was obsessed with how camp his look was. "And to think, I just came to find you as cheers are definitely in order. How is it that we just continue to elevate what it is to be, just it?" She said, through a small fit of laughter as she held her glass out towards him. "Shut up, did you really agree to play that game?"

"Good looks, money, a sense of natural style. Take your pick, babe." He cracked a grin before breaking into a small laugh. "You know it. What's to lose? Someone gets to go Ghostface on my ass, I'll take it. It'll make for a good story, just remember to cheer me on." His eyes drifted on a set of twins as they passed on by, before quickly glancing back at his cousin. "You didn't though, which is a choice, and means you have to be my champion for this. Family and all that." He said with a small wink.