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send ✔ for yes of course you fucking can text

[ sent at 9:52 pm ] → bridget: didn’t know you were being dragged to that dinner party [ sent at 9:52 pm ] → bridget: i would’ve stayed in if i knew. skip hiding out in my room, meet me in the pool house and help yourself to the mini bar. if you need something more there’s a stash in the nightstand on the left. i’ll be there in 10

send ☢ for a fucking drunken text

send ☢ for a fucking drunken text

send ☀ for a good fucking morning text

[ sent at 5:15 am ] → blair:  take a look out the window and look at the sun fucking rising. i know i just dropped you off and said night but technically it’s morning… [ sent at 5:15 am ] → blair:  so good morning, valentine. i’m coming back up your street. let’s grab breakfast by the marina. 

send ✉ for a un fucking sent text

[ unsent at 11:04 pm ] → blair:  cori’s pissed at us anyways come find me at the after party. 

send ☾ for a good fucking night text

[ sent at 12:50 am ] → blair:  you know, eventually i’m going to want my leather jacket back.[ sent at 12:50 am ] → blair:  for now you can live out your fantasy of being sandy olsson[ sent at 12:51 am ] → blair:  anyways, night you in your fantasies valentine ;)

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[ sent at 7:35 pm ] → blair:  caught my dad’s girlfriend snooping around my room today[ sent at 7:35 pm ] → blair: she asked what all “that junk” on my desk was[ sent at 7:36 pm ] → blair: and my junk she means all the little gifts you’ve given me throughout the years. can you believe she called the flamingo shot glass junk…? [ sent at 7:36 pm ] → blair: i told her to fuck right off in case you were wondering.[ sent at 7:37 pm ] → blair: anyways, i’m being forced out to dinner with them. come with me.

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[ sent at 11:05 pm ] → blair: two days and i’m still thinking about how good you looked at the doherty auction[ sent at 11:05 pm ] → blair: and i’m not talking about you in that dress. i’m talking about you under the moonlight with nothing but those heels on.[ sent at 11:06 pm ] → blair:  come over i wanna get you wet again.[ sent at 11:06 pm ] → blair: …because we’ll be in the pool again, obviously

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[ sent at 2:00 pm ] → blair: why are you pissed? you know we were both drunk and it didn’t mean anything.

send ☢ for a fucking drunken text

Nadia forced a laugh as he approached, looking him up and down. He was half dressed (not a rarity for Kieran Halliday, she was aware) and the bottle that he throttled in his grip sloshed dangerously at half full. “You look like you were mugged,” she said, her voice quiet but twisted with mirth, “Where are your shoes?” The brunette held a hand out, wiggling her fingers to indicate that she wanted him to pass it over, “I’ll have some as an appetizer, main course can be something better.” 

she laughs, her eyes burning bright under the dim lighting as though he had just proposed something deliciously wild rather then cheekily mundane. “not sure you should give me that kind of power.” she twists the plastic ring on his pinky finger, something almost nefarious tugging her lips upwards. “this was for purely selfish reasons.” she lets his hand slip gracefully from hers; her fingers sliding along his warm palm, down the length of his fingers and falling back down to her side. she tips her chin up and the close proximity gives her the perfect view of his baby blues; the brilliant colour reminiscent of summers spent on private beaches, where the crystal clear water turns the most stunning shade of turquoise. “i just wanted to see that smile. and if i had to pick anyone to be my match, it’s you.” the strand of silky blonde hair falls from his fingers, brushing against her cheekbone as it settles back to frame her features. the smirk he wears is down right indecent. it’s not just a promise, but a glowing reassurance; that things at kieran’s side will never grow dull, that he knows exactly how to get her pulse banging against her chest, that he always knows just what she needs. she nearly bounces in her shoes, the burst of excitement surging through her veins almost impossible to contain. “oh yeah? just what did you have in mind? should i ditch my heels for a quick get away, too?” 

“ you might wanna steer clear of me then, you never know when this right hook is gonna swing. ” she joked, shaking her head as if disappointed in her own humor. although she felt like she was owed to slap him in the face at least, unofficially. of course that wasn’t gonna happen, she was a coward and he’d done so well not to show up with any visible bruises. although, one idea did spring to mind, she would’ve no doubt voiced it last year even the years before but things were different now and she wasn’t gonna humor him, even if there was a slight urge. “ zilch. ” she just said with a shrug as she casually diverted her gaze to the art they were passing. she honestly had no clue where they were heading, she didn’t exactly have the doherty residence mapped out in her head, but she knew they probably weren’t meant to be wandering around. — in the case they got caught she could just blame kieran. “ wow. ” she laughed lightly, palm resting over her heart, “ i am so honored to have your undivided attention for five whole minutes. i think i can die in peace now. ” as always it was almost too easy being around him alone, not having to fight for his attention and watch everyone flock for his attention, she couldn’t blame them, he was pretty much the light of any party, whether he was knocking someone out — which was less enjoyable to watch. or just kieran doing kieran things. “ none of you is matching me, i was completely bamboozled. — and you don’t even know what that dress looked like. i could’ve had a bit of a scandalous moment but now i’m wearing a chainmail. ”

Nadia had changed into a little shift dress, it was the colour of a blue jewel and embroidered with constellations. It wasn’t particularly her style, but Lee had insisted that the long stretch of her bare legs was worth it. She tottered in with heels that were dangerously too tall, clutching a tiny bag that held only her phone, cigarettes and lipstick. This was the event that was supposed to be easier than the first; but still she trembled with anxiety— there was an intimacy to large parties, Gatsby had been right, even though her entrance had been one where she felt nearly invisible, Nadia knew that once eyes met her she’d be cornered.  Still, she felt the press to be social and moved towards a face that she recognized from the Palms. “Hi,” she managed, “Do you know where the bar is?”

they’ve been here time and time again; a brightly wrapped package topped with a sparkling bow between them, her doll like features filled with such unbridled anticipation in the wake of the big reveal. she drums her fingers on the sleek bar top as he pulls at the wrapping, her bright eyes fixed on his face, on his reaction. the ring is almost identical to her own and surely has no place at such a prestigious gala. her laugh dares to ring out well above the crowd, drawing almost as much attention and lingering stares as her dress alone. “that would really give ‘em something to talk about.” she’s nearly beaming when he slips the ring onto his pinky finger; the softness in her smile is for him and him alone. “there’s a little surprise hidden at the middle too.” she wiggles her brows suggestively at that. she needs no more encouragement. taking his hand, careful of his new accessory she places it on her chest so his palm presses flush against her beating heart. they share one wicked grin - what’s sure to be the promise of a night to remember, a night of beating, racing hearts - before she takes her shot and clinks her glass against his. tossing back the shot with ease she takes a sip of red bull. “can you feel it?” her words are dripping in something teasing but her pulse kicks up a notch as if providing the answer. taking his hand from from her chest, her lips close around the shining green ring, taking a long lingering taste. she pulls the candy from her mouth with a pop and slides her tongue along her lips, catching the last of the sweet flavour. “mm, green apple. and it even brings out your pretty eyes.”

she raises a brow upon his words, the girl had certainly looked into the conversation but part of her was glad he wasn’t, she stomped that part of her deep in the ground though. “ really ? what are you in the mood for then ? ” she questioned, eyes narrowed slightly, not able to let go of the skepticism she held when it came to him and pretty much everything he said. “ — she was pretty though. ” she noted, throwing a quick look back the way they’d come from. modern romance, she can’t help but let out a quiet laugh and a shake of her head. if their romance had been modern maybe he would’ve picked up the phone and told her he was about to cheat ? or just something along those lines. “ i’m so lucky. ” she replies deadpan, throwing in a smile to filter out the bitterness. “ the night is still young, kieran. ” she replies, he definitely still had time to make a mess of everything and honestly she was just waiting for it. although his next set of words genuinely made her smile, even if she was terrible at receiving compliments. who would hate being compared to a nightsky ? she just looked around for a moment, unsure of her words. scanning her entire catalogue of stupid remarks but finding nothing cool to say, she turned back to him, letting out a slight laugh before speaking. “ thank you. ” she genuinely said, “ — it is a lot of sparkle, i almost don’t feel like myself. ”

a warm hand presses onto the curve of her lower back, slow smile works its way across her glossed lips. she’d recognize that touch anywhere, that oh so familiar cool press of a ringed thumb against her heated skin. kieran. his smooth voice grazes the shell of her ear, his breath hot against her exposed skin. her smile grows to a full blown grin. a real, unabridged smile. “thanks.” she peeks over her shoulder just in time to see the man in question settle against the bar. her gown was a bold choice; glittering crystals woven together to create a beautiful slip of a dress, cut high on one thigh and grazing the calve of the other. the white fabric draped on top is like gossamer curtains, sheer enough to allow the brilliance of the diamonds through with every step. kieran it seems has taken a similar approach. “now this.. i like. i like a lot.” propping a hip against the bar she reaches out, her fingers pinching the luxurious fabric of his shirt, tracing the deep v. she lifts her eyes to his, her tone so mirthful and bright. it’s the kind of voice that convinces you to snatch another cookie from the jar, the voice of a girl standing on the edge of something big. “god bless the tits out movement.” she says with a pleased sigh. his next words have her remembering her bold accessory, a laugh falling from her lips. “my sweet tooth is insatiable. besides, my dress needed a splash of colour.” the candy ring is ostentatious; glistening big and red on her delicate finger, making a statement as loud and as bold as her choice of dress. there is no mistaking her choice in jewellery. “mm, something tasty for me please.” while kieran busies himself with ordering a round, she rifles through her purse. it’s hidden at the bottom but she finally manages to grab the small wrapped gift, no bigger then a tiffany’s box. she places it on the bar and slides it across to kieran with the tip of her finger. “surprise.”

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cori had parted ways with kieran to go make the rounds, although she could never kiss as much ass as her sister and eventually she’d tired of the fake pleasantries and smiles, making her way to the bar instead. kieran had caught her eye, unsurprisingly he was in the midst of wowing an unsuspecting girl, although she most likely knew actually. normally cori wouldn’t interrupt but seeing as he was officially her date and she couldn’t see anyone else from where she was standing she decided to cut in. with a glass of whiskey for him and a gin tonic for herself she made her way over. shooting the girl a polite smile “ mind if i borrow him ? ” she questioned rhetorically as she linked her arm with kieran’s and tugged him slightly away. looking back for a second to see the girl disappearing into the crowd. “ sorry for cockblocking. ” she said, eyeing him for a second then handing him the glass of whiskey, she wasn’t sorry. “ did i mention how well you clean up when you’re not sporting a black eye ? ”

“Did you ask Ari for a few days off, just for her? That’s chivalry at it’s finest, surely she must appreciate that kind of attention to detail from you.” Trev grinned, shaking out a cigarette for himself before tucking it between his lips. He reached forward— he’d even taken the polish off his nails, every effort was made tonight to look as presentable as he could muster, plucking the lighter from Kieran’s palm to spark up. A deep inhale made him close his eyes, and he tilted his head back to let the smoke drift upwards as he emptied his lungs. “Nah, you’re lucky to have your name on the list. Better to be in the club than out of it.” The Hansons were doing well, better each year— he supposed their time was on the rise, eventually they’d be held in the same regard as the likes of the Hallidays and the Ottenheimers. Trev looked back down at the garden, grinning. “Yeah, I brought Lee. She’s out there somewhere, but y’know what they say; if you love something you gotta let ‘em go.” He grinned, turning to glance at his companion. “What about you?” A broader expression tugged at his mouth, more mischievous. “You coming to our party after?”