my own secret ceremonials

How's everyone doing?

Hey Iris! I’m awesome. What have you been up to?

'Sup, Mark. That's great to hear! I'm in a pretty good mood myself.

Iris definitly belonged to Kristen’s favourite people in the house. Of course she loved all of them, besides of Eva, though she still didn’t really hate her, but Kristen had a soft spot for the pretty girl and was really glad to have her back and safe at home. Home, that sounded weird, thinking of a house she’d been living for only four months now. On the other hand it felt much longer than four months, especially seeing the major changes in her life. She was not with Dallon anymore but fell in love with Mark who was like perfect…she couldn’t really find another word for it, even though she knew they were still in the honeymoon phase, though they’d been through more shit than most couples in their complete relationship. But Kristen had never been that kind of girl that lost herself in her relationship, she hated these kind of girls that never did things on her own after they got a boyfriend. So, she’d been happy that Iris had shown interest to do something with her. 

"I could certainly say the same to you," Iris threw her a smile, pushing her dark hair over her shoulders. "You're looking lovely as always!" She hadn't realized how much she had missed it here - being about to relax and not have too many problems, all these brilliant, wonderful people, even the food - until she'd spent months residing in a hotel close by to her parents house, desperately trying to find a way to make them listen to her, all the while not wanting to scare them. She knew that a lot of the invisibles had it hard, had not wanted to be this way. But even most of them had found things to make them happy. "Drinking and dancing it is." Iris pulled her jacket from the coat hooks by the door, grabbing a bottle she'd left on a small table underneath, before following Kristen out of the door. There was a heavy breeze, but Iris wasn't phased by it.

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Justice had never met Iris so when she did, she was really sincerely pleased to. She seemed really nice, was funny, and was really pretty to top it all off as well. It was true— straight girls would probably go lesbian for her and she wouldn’t be surprised if they had. She wondered if she was next for a moment as she shook her head lightly, walking downstairs to the kitchen. She’d smelled a lot of smoke but didn’t mind it because she was generally the cause otherwise, and had at least gotten used to it because Princess hadn’t been around lately and there were very few cooks around the safehouse. Justice smiled widely at Iris and waved. “Well Captain, no harm done. Smoke is not a foreign object around here.” 

Iris brushed her hands over her shorts, which didn't really do much apart from add floury hand prints on where they had just touched. "Thank god for that. I kind of burnt this last thing to a crisp. Pathetic attention span," she explained, rolling her eyes at her own stupidity. Since she had been nearby the fridge to save herself time from having to run around the place getting ingredients, she watched Justice pull out the fruit punch, digging her hands into a pockets (and again - forgetting they were covered in flour.) "Lovely to hear. I wouldn't want a pretty face like yours being miserable, actually,  I don't think anyone would!" Iris was already enjoying Justice's company, pleased that they'd set off with a good start.

Looks like it. 

Best be responsible for your actions then, matey.

I don’t even know how. I mean there is kissing and craziness and woah I was just talking about gossip girl.

I've noticed we all tend to become a little over-excited and off topic once more and more people join in the conversation, so it's kind of expected.