bubblegum bitch

"Try to make choices only I would, even drunk." Effy wanted a cover, and what better cover than hanging out with Nilay. No one would be looking too closely at them. "Yeah, I recall. She's just pleasant. Not sure how my parents would feel about me seeing a married man. Plus, we are not each other's types."

"I might as well go sit in the corner and call it a night with that attitude, Lizzy. No offense," she added, obvi meaning full offense. Perfect Lizzy never took the bait, though. Latife rolled her eyes at her little dig. "True, that is one of our major differences. Sweet and sour. Oh my, think of the scandal! You don't you could use a little? Does that mean you have a type?"

Camille tried to be strong, but there were only so many times she could avoid Latife or be a bitch to her. She wanted to have fun tonight, it didn't mean they were back or anything. After several shots, she had a moment of weakness. More than likely, she would wake up and be mad at herself for this. But that was a different Camille's issue.

Latife knew that Camille wasn't going to let her back in easily, she never did. Last time was supposed to be the last time anyways. They never worked out and Latife always fucked up. But after several shots, she could see Cami warming up to her. She was determined to play it cool even if she was grinning like an idiot. "Better the devil you know," she teased, looking around for... ah ha! She grabbed whoever's wallet off the counter and fished around for coins, dumping them out on the table. There was a very convenient red solo cup already out on the counter across from them.

"You know me, I can't do this party thing alone. I am just so shy and need all the help I can get here." Tabby teased back, they both knew Tabby could find the fun in any situation.

"Oh my god, how could I forget? You're soooo shy," she teased, pulling Tabby closer as they danced. Latife snorted out a laugh as she rightfully rinsed Lucas Baizen, glad she wasn't the only one who was over it. "No, seriously! I'm trying to be supportive, it's not like he's an uggo but I honestly felt like I needed resuscitated during their conversation. He brings the vibe down so hard. Not the ice princess, fucking hell, imagine! What is she even doing at the party, anyway? They must have taken all the fun for themselves."

"And I have a feeling I might have to kick a few people out. About being a bitch? Probably not a good thing for you to judge unless you are giving tips." Juliette couldn't help herself, she was in her element. And with Latife, she didn't have an issue, but she carried her friends' grudges for them. "Ew, I mean, he is obviously attractive, but Jesse is more like my brother than anything. Come on then, I need a few."

"Not until after midnight, I hope. It takes a bitch to know a bitch, bitch. You know me, I'm full of all sorts of tips and tricks," Latife grinned. Honestly, she loved the push and pull with Juliette Vanderbilt. No one could tell if they were friends or not. "Right, major ick factor unlocked. Is there someone else you have in mind? Who's ass is so magical that he's gonna forget the shotgun wedding of days gone by? You don't have to tell me twice. Did you know I was just stuck in a car with Lucas 'snorefest' Baizen for two fucking hours over here? Kill me."

"Yeah, I think I remember the poll, Latife." Alex didn't snap at her, but it was definitely toeing a line. At the time, the stupid poll had probably helped her out with keeping the father a secret for so long, but it had really made her take a long, hard look at the reputation she had built for herself. After everything, Alex wasn't even sure who she was anymore and sitting here, at an Upper East Side party with a wine glass in her hand, didn't fill her with the same thrill that it used to.

"No shit, right? Here's a question though... who would you have voted for? I mean, all's well that ends well, but I so doubt Logan would have been your top choice. You can be honest, I won't tell anyone. And, like, what does it really matter now the truth's long out. Congrats, BTW," she added as an afterthought, realising she never actually like, got her a card or anything for the kid.

"at least he's not the one with velcro shoes" she snickered "oh god, no skateboards, please." she agreed with latife, skateboards were a no no. "i'm not looking to date him, one business day would be more than enough"

"oh my god, kill him. how are some people allowed to leave the house in the morning? sickening, roni. not the wheels we need," latife scoffed, shaking her head at whats-his-face passing by. "okay, i see you. get it, girlie. one and a half if you really want to play it wild."

"Vanessa is certainly a choice..." Blair muttered the words to herself as she read the blast about Chuck and Vanessa for the fourth time. His actions had no affect on her; absolutely none. Chuck could do whatever and whoever he liked, but why did her friends keep insisting on slumming it with the Brooklynites?

A smirk started to play on Latife's face as she noticed Blair Waldorf read the same thing on her phone for the fourth time. Interesting. She wondered if the lady doth protest too much and couldn't resist having a little fun. Blair was always so perfect, wasn't she? "Not who you'd pick for him?"

Camille and Latife are speaking again...

Bitch, don't jinx it.

Jake's brow furrowed as Latife appeared in the hot tub and kidnapped a swan–poor thing never stood a chance. "And sometimes things aren't for you, but that clearly doesn't stop you." He huffed, not sure if he wanted to sober up for this or get more drunk. "That won't be happening." He took a swig from the bottle, keeping it close so that she couldn't take it from him. "What do you want, Latilay?"

"Ouch," she pouted before fighting off a smirk. Jake had been such a puppy, she kinda liked seeing him with a little more bite. She rolled her eyes as he held the bottle tighter and proceeded to move closer to him. "I'm still shopping around," she answered, laughing at his 'Latilay' dig. "Come on, Jakey. Are you really gonna stay mad at me? What do you want, huh? An apology?" Latife softened her features, canting her head at him. "Maybe I just wanted you to like me...," she held it together for less than 10 seconds before smirking, barely holding back a laugh. "Lighten up, sweetie."

Elizabeth had expected to see Latife here. She knew how much the other liked to be at these parties. "I'll leave the juice boxes for you, sounds much more your speed than mine. I was looking for her, I wanted to catch up with her." She smiled at Latife. "I always have fun, just not in the same way everyone else does." Most people would assume she meant by being the perfect Elizabeth Baizen, but really, the fun she got was getting away with stuff.

"I'll think of you with every shot, Lizzy. Oh, she's around here somewhere...," she said trying with all her might not to smirk. If Ni wanted to play out the 'best friend's brother' plot, she wouldn't spoil the surprise for said best friend. "You can't miss her, she looks like me. Whatever keeps your motor running, babe. You and Jesse aren't planning on rekindling your playground romance, are you?"

Tabby knew that everyone was looking at her, who wouldn't be. She looked hot tonight and was at the center of the party. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, and she lived for it. She had never shied away from the spotlight in fact, she ran towards it more often than not. "Babe!" She squealed with a grin on her face.

"The absolute fucking worst, babe! You've been so brave and I'm proud of you. Don't worry though, daddy's home now," she grinned, giving her a playful nudge.

Camille didn't indulge people. She didn't give people opportunities to hurt her, but when it came to Latife, she had been weak for too long. She had let the other woman get away with it. She still wasn't sure why she had done it. The worst part was that even now she felt herself grow weak at the sound of her voice. But there was no way that Latife would see that from her.

Latife watched her and couldn't help the embarrassing smile that hit her face. She was worried now that no amount of time, distance, whiskey or hooking up was going to totally erase the memory of her. Latife wanted her, and she always got what she wanted. Almost always. She tilted her chin, reaching out to grab the bottle of liquor from her and started pouring. How many shots until Cami forgave her?

"I know, right? Glad we can start this party season off correctly. I have an eye on him; he's having fun. Who am I to stop that?" Juliette knew Latife mostly because the bitch was just like her and Sapphire, always causing a scene. Intentional or not. "I wasn't worried about it, but glad to know you aren't that dumb. I give that a low chance of happening. Shots?"

"Me too, you've definitely set the tone - go big or get the fuck out. He is having fun being a little bitch but who am I to judge?" Latife rolled her eyes at Juliette's dig, it was nothing new between them. Everyone knew that Latife and Sapphire couldn't stand each other, but it never stood in the way of a good party. "Jesse's sweet and all. Are you interested? A little friends-to-lovers plot twist. Yes, shots. Always."