Michelle King

Dawson liked dating. All the flirting was fun, of course. But this was a much better experience. Getting to know someone on a deeper level and finding out if there was a real spark there. "Thank you, but that's supposed to my line tonight. I love the dress." Dawson smiled at her, happy to let Michelle take a look at her for as long as she wanted. "My pleasure, I am glad you wanted to come out again."

She loved a good compliment. If she were standing, Michelle definitely would've twirled for him to show off her dress. "Good to know. It's actually my first time getting to wear it." Honestly she had forgotten she had owned it until recent. "I had no reason to say no. I enjoyed our first date and I can't turn down the chance to look at a hot man in nice lighting." She teased, before leaning back. "I haven't been here before though so I'm excited to try out their food."

"Oh my god, of course you are. Fun at a party and great to look at." Juliette loved Michelle, she was always down to have fun and definitely knew how to handle her alcohol. She could trust Michelle with the hard stuff. "Please do, we can always swap outfits. How have you been?"

She knew she liked Juliette, they got along but it was nice to know the feelings were mutual. "Juliette, you're going to swell my head, trust." But she could keep the compliments running. Juliette also usually made a party fun, so it was an honor for it to come from her. "Don't make me have to shop your closet. I'm... good actually. Just living the life. How about you?"

"That's exactly what I think. I swear, Michelle, I can't move from A to B without being hounded about Lucille's wedding. If it's not invites, it's vendors. If it's not vendors, it's my mother. I need to hire a decoy or something. Tragically, no. Childhood best friend stuff, Pete forever has that to hold over me. Plus, he's dramatic and demands face time." She finished off her glass of champagne, swapping it for another and holding another out to Michelle. "Drink with me?"

She had ideas. Most of them probably not reasonable or achievable but she wasn't sure how much Emmeline cared about that. "It is probably out of her range but hire Lili under the pretext of protecting you from... them. Except your mom, you're on your own there." She shrugged. Also probably not realistic. "Or get an assistant to share the attention with." Michelle grinned, "okay but those are the best friends. If you didn't like it you wouldn't still bless him with face time." Oh, she was definitely looking to distract herself. "Of course," she took the glass, "as much as you need."

"Fine. You've gotta do more work than just sitting around and being the favourite, though. You know James already has the 'busy' excuse locked and loaded. It's you, me and... I'll ask Jessica Knightly if we can hire her for the party. Uh huh," Spencer said, rolling his eyes (with affection, of course). Of course he wasn't going to let Michelle foot the bill but he could pretend. "Maybe you can chip in for the cake. I'm sure it's gonna have mom and dad's faces on it." Spencer laughed when she brought up their dad, there was no telling that man anything. "We can plan the caffeine intervention for after the party and their trip to Cabo. Michelle... Of course it's a chance for them to show off how disgustingly in love they are. They're probably gonna coordinate a dance and make us all do speeches."

Michelle scoffed, as if her role was reduced to just that, even if she was... certainly that. "Like his job is so much more important." Her eyes narrowed before she chose to ignore how quickly he brought up Jessica Knightly, fascinating. "You have terrible taste. I don't know how you can be related to me and have such terrible taste. We are not doing the cake with their faces on it. Please." She could imagine what he was picturing and it did not match what they needed for their party. Or was this how he got her fully on board now. To think it worked. "Ugh, fine, fine. I'll put together a little Pinterest board about what we want and... I guess you can handle the main communication to Jessica, that's in your wheelhouse right?" Seemed like he wanted to do that anyway. "How she we really split this? I just want James to know he'll get absolutely no credit from me."

"For most guests, it is beer, champagne, and wine only. But for my favorites, I might have something better." Juliette offered her hand to Michelle, she had some booze hidden away in the study. "Come on, babe. I will hook you up. Love the outfit."

Oh, she could kiss her. She knew Juliette was an angel, at least when it came to parties. "Aw, I'm a favorite," she happily squealed. She broke into a laugh, grasping her outstretched arm. "Thank you, I can't embarrass myself out here. You, gorg. I might steal your outfit another day, babes."

"I'm not sure you would need to distract me like this if it wasn't a malicious smashing." Tripp grinned at her, his brain doing a full reboot when she wiped her lipstick from his lips. "Unsure... but I'm willing to experiment to find out."

Well he was correct but was this the time. "Haven't you heard, I'm an angel. Never maliciously smashed a vase in my life." Well, he was correct but that was not the point, and now she would make him forget. "Thank you for being willing. Well, experiment on." She grinned, pressing her lips back to his.

humans were infinitely more interesting than art, the body was a piece of art anyway, why did all those artist make all those sculptures if bodies weren't supposed to be appreciated? "ooooh which one?" she asked, looking round to see if she could spot the guy in question "is it the one with the goofy pirate ear piercing because i don't know if i can look past that"

it was refreshing to not have to think so much about art, not that she usually minded but a mindless break was too appealing. her face scrunched at the description of the male, god forbid. "veronica, there is no way you look at me and think i want anything to do with a brunette and a pirate ear." it was actually disappointing to think that. "no. ugh maybe he finished shifts, that would suck."

Michelle King is so gorgeous, GG!

It's just a kiss. But all I hear is compliments.

He pulled back just a little, "Okay, you can't just kiss me to make me forget you broke my family's antique vase." Actually, they could. They definitely could.

"Really? Even though it was an accident?" Her thumb swiped his bottom lip trying to remove her lipstick from his lips. "So how many kisses does it take then? Two? Three?"

roni wasn't an art lover by any means, and she couldn't tell you a painter from a poet but she appreciated pretty things like paintings, handbags, jewllery...people "that one's pretty" she announced to the person she was talking with, pointing to one of the waiters

Michelle nodded adamantly. This was much more fun than reading little plaques about the art at the moment. "Yeah, but I think the brunette by the front was much prettier."

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"God you have to have something other than beer." Beer was as far as she was concerned, -meh. There was no way Juliette didn't have some sort hidden stash somewhere. "Please, I beg you. Hook me up with something that taste better."

"I'm sure your invitation was just misplaced. I mean, you can't even begin to imagine the hours of calligraphy that went into them, Lucille was very particular. Yeah, yeah, I'll tell her-... Mhm. Okay, have a great evening," Emmeline grinned so widely she must have looked a little unhinged. When they finally left, she rolled her eyes and turned to find the nearest drinks tray.

Michelle brought the glass to her lips, hiding a face that would certainly get her into trouble. Who could blame the poor guest. A Fairchild wedding was bound to be one of the hottest ones. Still, she was more amazed Emmeline wasn't completely losing her mind yet. "What? You don't think they'll be back for round two do you? Is it over the top to to charge them if they do ask again. Doesn't matter, can't you just like, text him?"

An event planner... Was there truly not going to one moment of Spencer's life that didn't somehow loop back to Jessica Knightly? "I might know someone, yeah. What, you don't want to fork out the big bucks?" he teased. Spencer rolled his eyes at Michelle's favourite fun fact. "You know, there's gonna come a time when that excuse isn't going to work anymore. Your miraculous birth can't carry us forever. Eventually, you'll have to bite the bullet and get them an espresso machine." Man, Spencer wished they could. Usually they could. But their mom had already not so subtly hinted what a big deal this anniversary was. "No can do, Mich."

"Fine, but I'm not doing all the work." Okay well it wasn't like they couldn't put their heads together and manage. Her brain and her brothers very few brain cells, but like was it that serious? "I am broke compared to you guys." Like he forgot he was a whole pro athlete and she wasn't? Seriously her parents must get tired from managing to only create one smart kid. Michelle tsked, he had a point. "They don't need any more espresso. I caught dad drinking his fifth cup of coffee the other day. I don't know who that old man thinks he is." But the health of their parents was a much different issue for another day. Just as complicated though. "If this is just a chance for them to show off how disgustingly in love they are, I'm gonna puke."

Nick's signature smirk turned to a grin when she 'Nicholas'd' him. "You should say that more often. Well, after giving it much thought... I went with 'hedonism'. May as well get straight to the point, don't you think? What did you end up going with? I'll only be a little heartbroken if it wasn't my name. It's in fate's hands."

"Give me a reason to and I will." She grinned, giving him a casual shrug. "Oh. Very fitting of you. I can see it. Well, not completely sorry to break your heart but you haven't earned me putting your name on that slip. I put something about making great memories. Didn't know you just left everything to fate. I thought you were a man of action."