Boheme Winter.

“Damn it, I was looking forward to causing a scene. This party is fucking boring. I was dragged here by one of my mates….who’s currently making out with some chick by the pool. I was actually going to leave, but now that I’ve got you here….we could try and have some fun.” the man suggested, laughing at his cousin’s reaction to the drink he’d mixed her. “It’s rum and coke, Bo. Except, it’s like….70% rum, 30% coke.” he explained, using his index finger to push the red cup in her hand up a little more, encouraging her to drink it. “Wait, your friend set you up on a blind date….at a party like this? Is your friend crazy? The only reason people  come to these kinds of parties is to either get wasted, or hook up with someone. You don’t come here for dates.” he was evidently amused by his cousins words. “Now you’re speaking my language. Lets go raid the snacks table. And please finish that drink. Don’t waste alcohol.”

“Oh my, your friend ditched you for some girl? Oh, Nik.” Boheme pouted as she glanced up towards her taller cousin, before glancing back down into the red cup full of dark liquid. Rum and Coke.. Hmm. As the cup was pushed up towards her face, Bo decided on taking another sip, reacting in the same way she had done beforehand. “For you, I’ll try and finish this monstrosity that you’ve mixed up for me, but it’s so disgusting. I don’t think I’ve even tried rum before this.” She admitted, following Nik over towards the snacks table. Boheme’s eyes lit up as she spied her favourite goldfish snack crackers, picking up a handful before stuffing them into her mouth. “Mmm.. Oh my god.. I love these.” She almost moaned, giggling. “I might just stay here for the remainder of our night.. Yes.”

He had only gone to the party to see a friend of his for an exchange, but in the meantime, he was having enjoying the free booze and the music until someone bumped into him. “Shit,” he cursed, ready to snap at the person, though suddenly relaxing when he saw it was a pretty lady. He could take advantage of this collision. “Nothing a little bit of alcohol can’t solve, right? Something strong preferably, want me to get you one?”

Boheme glanced up at the taller male and offered him an apologetic smile, her heart rate on the increase as, for a moment there, she honestly thought that his lad was about to kick off - though he seemed sweet and was even offering to drink with her. “Umm.. Okay.” She answered, placing the bottle of wine down onto a surface closest to her. “I’m Boheme. Do you have a name too?” Bo asked, stupidly enough. 

Jackson was having a nice time mingling with some friends at this party. Sticking mainly to his group, they had already shared a drink and some laughs with random stories to try and embarrass each other with before he took a break to use the bathroom. All emptied out and cleaned up, he exited the bathroom after and got a body colliding into his own as a result. Nostalgia instantly hitting him along with it with that voice and face that accompanied it. “Shit… Bo?” He tested to make sure his mind wasn’t warping or anything too insane. It had been over a decade, after all, since they last saw one another.

Boheme wasn’t able to control the gasp that escaped her as she was faced with Jackson, her features immediately blushing. She needed to sober up quick before something silly came out of her mouth. “Is this real?” She spoke, in total awe with the man stood in front of her. “Yes.. Yes!” Boheme answered in response to her name. “Jackson.. Oh my god. I.. Wow.. Umm.. Wow. So umm, hi? I guess? I mean.. What are you doing here?”

“The one and only.” Niklaus smirked faintly, stepping to aside so he could fix himself up a drink at the table. “You look like a lost puppy, Bo. It’s weird seeing you at parties like this.” the blond teased, lifting the red plastic cup from the table once his drink had been made. “Well I’m your cousin so you kinda have to like me—” he cut himself off to take the bottle of wine from her and replace it with the red cup in his own hand. “Already got you covered. Drink that.” he set the bottle of wine down and made himself a drink as well. “So, why are you hating on men right now? Is someone giving you shit? ‘Cause you know I have no problem causing a scene here if need be. Just point me in the direction of whatever douche bag it is.”

“Funnily enough, the guy who I was supposed to meet here, hasn’t even shown so.. looks like we’re in the clear of you getting hurt and into some fight.” Boheme informed as she handled the red cup in between her gasp, taking a small sip. Her features immediately fell into disgrace at the awful, strong taste. “Urgh. What is in this cup, Nik? - I’m so glad you’re here though. I literally don’t know anyone here. My friend thought it would be a good idea to set up a blind date.” Her eyes rolled. Why would a party like this be a good idea? “God, I’m hungry. Shall we go and invade the snack table?”

     frankie is thankful he had managed to slip his customer what they wanted before he got a face full of blonde. he would’ve been pissed if she caused him to lose money. “maybe lay off the wine and it might go a little less rocky.” he takes the wine, taking a swig and scrunching up his nose. “think i prefer tequila to this shit.”

“To be honest, the drinks table was super crowded so that’s why I decided to just.. pick up this bottle of wine. At least it lasts, right?” Boheme answered, a small gasp leaving her as the male swiped the bottle of wine from her hands. She couldn’t help but to giggle as she watched his features grimace at the dry taste, before clapping her hands at the mention of tequila. “Oh my god.. Yes. Let’s do tequila!”

       “good thing it’s still intact.” he places it between his lips, so if the blonde showcases anymore bumper car behaviour it’s at least above her head and out of danger. at the mention of we, the brunette cocks a brow. usually it takes less than a minute for someone to either get pissed off at bash or- well it’s never pretty. but fuck it. there’s a wedding coming up and he has been feeling the absence of company even if he despises small talk- well social interaction in general. “i won’t say no to pizza, but i will say no to star gazing. don’t think you can see many with new york’s light pollution, we’d be just staring at a black sky.”

“Eee great! Okay.. Pizza it is.” Boheme almost squealed with excitement. “Anything then this party, huh?” Placing the bottle of wine down onto the nearest surface to her, she held onto the males hand and started to lead him through the crowds and out of the door - finally, space to breathe. “Oh my god.. I’m so glad to be out of there. Hmm. So, I’m Bo.. Hi, umm.. and I’m obviously a little wine drunk but, I’am looking forward to getting pizza with you.. who cares if we aren’t able to go stargazing..” Boheme shrugged, spinning on her heel. “I think it’s this way..” She instructed.

Tilly had just come from the restroom when she watched this woman bump into the notorious bitch of the social circle. It was an old high school friend and cotillion member’s party that she was in attendance at. She could see Sloane about to give the woman a piece of her mind when Talllulah interceded. “So sorry Sloane. She’s a friend of a friends. We’re all just having a good time right! Right,” steering the woman to the other side of the house quickly, she chuckled at the woman’s comment. “You would probably need at least two more bottles crossing in her paths. She’s just a very sad and insecure snob. “I’m Tilly by the way. ” 

Before Bo knew what was happening, she could feel herself being guided to another section of the house before she was able to gather her thoughts. For a moment there, Boheme honestly thought she was about to get her two front teeth knocked out. She smiled sweetly at the young girl who had literally just saved her life, and tucked a strand of hair behind her left ear. “Oh my god.. I don’t even know what just happened, thank you!” Boheme was grateful. “I’m Boheme.. or Bo, whichever. It’s so nice to meet you Tilly! I think you’ve just saved my life.” She giggled.

       bash was just heading out for a smoke after a rather unpleasant conversation. he has become the human equivalent of a chimney that last couple of years to cope with the stress of it all. though his trip to his nicotine kick is interrupted by a collection of blonde girls and a wine bottle. the words suddenly sent his way rather quickly are somewhat amusing, seems he’s not the only one having a shitty night. “it’s fine, the cigarette survive.” he gestures to cigarette in his hand. “hmm- i was going to say it can’t get any worse but- that usually wakes up karma and she makes it worse.”

“Thank god for that, right?” Boheme couldn’t help but to giggle as she eyed the cigarette in the other’s hand, that had thankfully survived their collide. “You probably would have literally killed me if I had squashed that.” The mention of karma and things possibly turning from bad to worse had Bo’s eyes widening. Could this evening become worse? Oh god.. Maybe she should just leave? “Oh my god.. Maybe we should just leave to be safe? Hmm.. Maybe we should like, get pizza? Stuff our faces and lay under the stars? Ugh, so cute.” She almost fantasized, feeling the pressures of being interacting with such a handsome face.

Niklaus had come out to a party that a friend of a friend was hosting tonight. He was a few drinks in already, and making friends fast as he usually did. He was about to head over to the drinks table again when he felt someone collide with him. His attention moved over to the woman, and a small smile played on his lips— soon realising who it was. “Wow, I never thought I’d ever see you at the same party as me.” the blond started, eyeing the bottle of wine in her hand. “Are you trying to get yourself wine drunk? We need to get you something way stronger than that. And then you can tell me about why your nights been such a buzzkill.”

“Nik?” Boheme’s tone was filled with surprise as her eyes widened - bumping into her cousin was the last thing she expected this evening, but how she felt relieved also. As he spotted the bottle of wine in her hand, Bo found herself to be glaring at the drink also, before giggling. She guessed she was in some attempt to become wine drunk, and shrugged. “You know, I didn’t really think about it until now. Can you tell my nights been sucky? I actually hate men right now so, surprise! I mean.. except you, of course. Sooo.. stronger drinks, huh?”

~ x Boheme Winter x ~

‘Don’t let the silly little things steal your happiness.’

It wasn’t unusual for Giannina to be at a party on a Saturday night. In fact, Giannina was about as common at a party as alcohol was. Drink in hand, the brunette had been speaking to a couple of girls she’d befriended when she felt a body collide with hers. “Hey!” The ballerina started, before pausing. It was clearly an accident, and the brunette did not need to be starting fights. “It’s all good, but maybe slow it down on the bottle? That coulda earned you a punch to that pretty face if you’d knocked into the wrong person.”

Honestly, Boheme was a little taken back by the other’s reaction, causing her to take a step back quickly. This girl was.. fierce, though her tone suddenly cooled. “I’m so sorry..” Bo felt the need to apologise for a second time, before she eyed the bottle of wine she had a hold of, in her hand. “Wouldn’t you drink if you were invited to a party for this blind date, only to be stood up? I don’t know anyone here so.. Wine seemed like the answer I needed.”

Mila Morgan rarely went to parties. Okay, Mila never went to parties, so for her to be standing in the foyer of a home owned by somebody she’d never met was crazy. Her cast mates had insisted that they all go out to the event, some sort of weird bonding moment. However, the girls had seemed to disperse as soon as they’d arrived, leaving Mila to her own devices. The brunette wandered through the party, taking in the social activity around her, silently wishing she was back home preparing for their show tomorrow. Rounding a corner, she collided with another being, her immediate reaction being to apologize. “No, no I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention either.” Offering a half smile, Mila eyed the bottle curiously. “If it helps, I don’t know a single person here except my cast mates, and I have no earthly idea where they’ve gone off to.”

“Oh.. I literally don’t know anyone here. I was invited as my friend set me up on this blind date but, mr mysterious hasn’t shown his face so...” Boheme shrugged, before swigging back some more wine. “I’m sorry that your cast mates have left you, but we should form our own crew. I’m Boheme..” She smiled, offering her new friend the bottle of wine. “Share this with me? I think I’m already drunk.”

Feeling someone bump into her, Bella quickly looked up. “Don’t worry about it. Accents happen, don’t they?” She said, a laugh escaping her lips. Noticing the younger woman seemed somewhat upset, she couldn’t help but be curious. “Well, in that case it sounds like you could use a few shots of tequila. Come on, let’s get some.” Even though Bella didn’t know her, she always made a point to support other women when she could. “Do you mind if I ask why you’ve been having a bad night?” 

“..They do.” Boheme nodded her head in agreement. This house was filled with so many bodies, bumping into one another was going to happen. Thankfully, it seemed Bo had bumped into someone nice, maybe she’ll make a new friend? As tequila was spoken of, Boheme smiled and immediately placed her bottle of wine down onto the nearest side table to her. “Oh girl, you know the way to my heart..” She giggled, before shaking her head. “Hmph. So, I was supposed to meet my blind date here but, he didn’t show up and.. I feel a little awkward knowing no-one at this party.”

“Yeah, I’m handing you tequila,” Winter replied with a laugh, but her lips quickly turned into the smallest of pouts. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna let me take a shot alone? I don’t think it’ll mess you up too bad… unless you’re a complete lightweight, that is,” a single eyebrow perking up at the sight of the notebook. It’s not everyday that the brunette came in contact with a person who’d come to a bar and work. To her, bars were meant for having fun, cutting loose. Not as much as a nightclub, of course, but that didn’t mean bars didn’t fall into the same category. “Come on, just one and then you can tell me all about why that’s–” chin gesturing towards the notebook – “got all of your attention.”

Was there any getting out of this? Why was this girl so persuasive? Boheme glanced down towards the shot glass placed in front of her, before looking back up at the young girl. “Okay fine, but just this one shot..” She giggled, picking the small glass up. Bo quickly swallowed back the strong liquid, her face grimacing at the taste. Ugh. “Okay..” Boheme exhaled, picking up her notebook. “So, I’m currently planning a wedding for this adorable couple.. They are due to get married in August and just, they really didn’t know where to start so left it all up to me. They want this fairy tale wedding in a woodland area, so I’m making everything rustic and cute... I love what I do.”

“Oh my god.. This is a disaster.” Boheme mumbled into the bottle of wine she’d managed to swipe from one of the tables. She’d already vowed in her mind never to accept a blind date again. The male her friend had set her up with, was a no show, leaving Bo alone at a party hosted by someone she rarely knew. “Fuck, why did I even think this was a good idea?” Turning on her heels to leave, Boheme knocked into someone as she spun, immediately cursing in her thoughts. Was it Friday 13th? “I’m so sorry..” She apologised. “But to sum this up, this is exactly how my night has been..”