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"Well I write books for a living, I better have good ideas. I'm too young to be a hack just yet." He joked as he slipped his suit jacket off and loosened his tie before he took the joint back, taking one last long drag before resting it in a nearby crystal ashtray. "That's really fucking sweet, Bunny Hop. Include it in your speech at the wedding." He told her and took her hand, "Come on, let's shower then get comfortable, it's still fairly early all things considered." He glanced down at her wedding ring and band, a now near permanent fixture on her ring and smiled to himself. He wasn't sure if they were still considered newlyweds, but it felt that way all the same and he didn't think that would ever change between the two of them, "They're going to have very blonde Targaryan babies, aren't they? Somebody's going to have to introduce those kids to anti-elitism. Why not uncle Pink?"

"How'd you know I already have a draft started?" she joked. Though was it a joke if it was true? Bunny was nothing if not organised and efficient. While her free time was few and far between she was happy to let Pink dictate it. He'd always been the fun one so to speak, where she would have been fine to spend the rest of her evening reading reports and emails. Or researching nearby nursing homes. If she caught him looking at her wedding ring she didn't say anything, caught in her own moment of reverence. They'd done it, they'd made it, and all her plans had only ever led to that moment so everything beyond was just... freedom. "I was literally just thinking–" she laughed, pressing a kiss to his knuckles as she turned her back to him, silently asking for him to unzip her dress. "I have a lot of hope for them. They're going to be surrounded by so much more love than we ever had. And uncle Pink to keep them humble."

"Mmm, no evil doesn't die, it just finds a new form." Pink said as he made a bee line to the bar area where he lit up a joint and popped a bottle of Bunny's favorite champagne. He poured her a glass while he listened to her vent, though he himself was wholly unsurprised that the woman found a way to be negative about the events of the evening. He chuckled as he brought the flute of champagne over and handed it to Bunny, then took a drag from his joint and plucked it out of his mouth as he exhaled, silently offering that too, "Or we could take it back to her times and get real Victorian about it, make her think that she has dementia. She loves gaslighting so much, see how she likes it when she's on the opposite end of it." It was all hot air, Pink nor Bunny could ever actually be so cruel, but he deemed it as an innocent, albeit it dark way to exorcise the (many) frustrations the woman produced so they had harmony in their home. "The proposal was nice though. Didn't know Stefan had it in him. Love really is the most powerful force. He was almost endearing. Still a dick though."

Pink had always been Bunny's biggest blessing in life. He was the only person she didn't have to watch herself around. She could be whatever she needed to be, say whatever she needed to say, and he'd always match whatever energy she needed, not necessarily wanted. They challenged each other, and outside of loving him she held so much respect for him and his eternal insistence to defy others' expectations. Particularly her grandmother's. "Mm, okay," she sipped at the champagne he'd poured her and took the joint between manicured fingers, no need to thank him aloud because her gratitude toward him was ever-present. "See, this is why I married you. So many good ideas. I'll have her in a nursing home by Thanksgiving." Bunny perhaps didn't have the boiling rage in her to fulfil the fantasy anymore, but the potential was never zero dependant on her reptilian grandmother's next move. "Almost endearing," she chuckled as she exhaled a thin stream of smoke and handed the joint back, "It was all very perfect for Tins, just the right amount of elegance and spectacle. Crazy how we used to talk about marrying the two of you at family dinners when we were kids. Now look at us."

"You are so devious." Tinsley told her cousin with a bright grin, as that was exactly how she loved her family members. But she supposed that being surrounded by good influences such as her twin siblings had caused her turn a new leaf, of sort. "Ugh, how I miss it." She whispered, playfully. "Oh, you know that that's one of the fundamentals that comes with being a member of this family. Designer is great, but what's even better than that? Designer that fits you like a glove." Tinsley said, bringing her hands to her hips as she showed off just how well the Cavalli gown fit her. "Let's see what that could mean? I don't know, perhaps, let's leave the working the floor to the younger members of our family and I don't know, enjoy the free champagne and great music, for once?"

"Honestly I'm starting to think that the peaceful life just isn't for me," she chuckled. Of course she didn't mean it, she'd been through enough drama to last her a lifetime, but every now and again that little devil on her shoulder started to get twitchy for old time's sake. "Maybe I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop," she considered, since their grandmother seemed to have backed off since the last time they'd had a run in which was downright unheard of in the Chadwell kingdom. "Speaking of the young ones, Adeline seems to be holding her own tonight..."

"Perhaps I should put out a post that whoever dumps a flute of champagne on her gets to become my new protege?" Tinsley teased, as that would have certainly been something she'd have done a couple of years ago. But now, it just appeared just a tad bit childish. Sure, she wasn't exactly happy to be in the same ensemble as someone else... but perhaps age made it so that it didn't really affect her. "Or you know what? We could simply allow Rosewood to decide who wore it best..." She let her cousin know, before pointing at herself. Because whilst Tinsley was older, she was still very much in the know that she was forever going to be one of the most fashion forward people in this town. "and enjoy yourselves for a night?"

"For old times' sake?" Bunny laughed, though it did shine a light on the fact that Tinsley truly had grown out of the petty ways of her childhood. There was no way she personally would have let it slide, though she'd never claimed to have any moral high ground. It was brief thoughts like that that reminded her she really was her grandmother's granddaughter even if they weren't related by blood. "Honestly if anyone here needs to be embarrassed it's not you, so... At least you understand good tailoring. She's sagging in all the wrong places, which leads me to think it's borrowed perhaps without permission." With one last sneer in Cinderella's direction, Bunny returned her focus to her cousin and laughed. "Enjoy myself? What does that mean?"

"I think, Bunny. I think so." Tinsley said with a sigh, shaking her head. "Can you believe?" Whilst throwing cups of yogurt on your peers was deemed acceptable at 17, it was most definitely frowned upon in your late twenties. "Do you think she might also have a vintage designer evening gown in there?" She asked her cousin with a smile.

"Surely you know someone desperate enough for your favour that can trip and splash some champagne..." Bunny continued, smirking by that point because maybe she was just entertaining that little devil in the back of her head. "I think she'd have a rude comment and possibly even try to convince you to cut her brakes so... perhaps we sort this out before she notices."

"That little bitch," Tinsley whispered as she happened to have found herself in a position that she'd never thought she would. Someone arrived to that evening's fundraiser in the same red Roberto Cavalli dress as she. "I mean, love her taste in fashion but how did this happen? This is vintage Cavalli. Straight out of my mother's archives."

"Have we aged out of throwing yoghurt to express ourselves?" Bunny sneered down her nose as she watched the other girl swanning around in the same gown as her cousin. "Because I'm sure grandmother has some Activia in her purse we can borrow..."

"Sorry to bother you, but have you by chance seen a leather backpack around? Can't for the life of me find it, and it was just over there a moment ago." Blythe was halfway to a panic attack upon realizing her bag was missing. One of the few times she helped herself to one of her sister's bags and it had to go missing in action. Part of her feared for the wrath, but then she remembered the contents and sibling disappointment took a backseat. But even then, she didn't show it, instead a smile was forced on her face.

"Everything okay?" Bunny wasn't at the pool party with Blythe, but she'd seen her sister talking to some interesting candidates and had somehow found herself in her orbit. Not that she was trying to suggest she couldn't talk to certain people - that would be much too reminiscent of their grandmother - but she hardly thought it out of line for her to check in. "You're walking around like a teacher doing a head count on a field trip," she chuckled, offering her a glass of frosé with a little umbrella in it. "For you."

For everyone else Frosé Day was a day to sit back and relax, for Saskia it was like any other day on the clock. Her latest job was tailing some rich finance dude whose wife suspected him of having an affair. And with the country club wide open it would make getting her intel much easier. Maybe she shouldn't have been two frosé's into the job but she had to blend in somehow. "Gotcha." She muttered as she locked onto her target, following far enough so she wouldn't get clocked but didn't lose sight of him. She probably should have paid more attention to her surroundings but was too focused between tailing the guy and pulling her phone out that she failed to notice she was walking right into someone at the edge of the pool. "Hey. Watch it." She snapped in panic, grabbing onto them to keep herself from falling, not thinking if it would cause them to topple over with her or not.

Bunny hated crowds, hated being touched and jostled, so while Jupiter had wandered off to get a drink she was lingering along the side of the pool where she had some breathing room. That someone had knocked into her was enough of an affront, but to have it be insinuated that it was her fault as they toppled into the water? Oh, the entire pool was about to boil.