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Well at least he’s having a drink with her, others would usually refuse and force her back to their own version of her man made prison. “Beer.” The female nods, turning towards the bartender before Ember speaks up again, chuckling softly to his words as excitement flashes in those pretty brown eyes. “Shots!? Now you’re talking, maybe you’re not such a stick in the mud after all.” She giggles, eyeing up the bartender for him to go and get the shots, watching as they turn their back before reaching over the bar to grab a full bottle of whiskey. Smirking at the male, she opens the bottle before downing as much as she could handle of it with a giggle before passing it to the male. “Prove it.”

brows furrowed together as he tried to make sense of what he just drank and at the same time tried to get the BITTER taste out of his mouth, to no avail. would it have been poor manners if he just let his tongue out and maybe just suck on an olive or something?    ❝ 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑰? ❞    he made for a grab at the other’s drink then, eager to just taste anything else but that horrid thing. at first all he could taste was pineapple and maybe a hint of something akin to coconut. it was smooth and sweet and actually, really nice. miles pouted.    ❝ 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬. ❞     he handed the drink back, albeit reluctantly, before looking around the place. it was pretty crowded, full of students who probably had more important things to do but chose to spend their night on a night of drinking and dancing. miles couldn’t help but feel like swaying to the thrum of the music  ( and perhaps the alcohol was slightly getting to him despite the fact that he barely had two sips of the thing ), feeling like he should let loose for at least tonight. excitedly, he jumped from his bar stool and pulled at paris’ arm.     ❝ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞! ❞

“Well, I definitely wouldn’t clean it up afterwards. I would be too busy crying” Victorien laughed, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her gently in his embrace. “I am very lucky to have you as a close friend, baby girl. So lucky”

❝ 𝐎𝐇, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒? ❞     he teased but they both knew miles would sing the other praises everyday all day if asked. as cheesy as that sounded. sometimes he wondered how it was that paris was still completely oblivious of miles’ feelings when he acted like a lovesick fool most days. he shrugged, leaning back against the bedroom wall now and pulled his legs closer to him, tucking his knees under his chin, almost protectively.    ❝ 𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. ❞     words escaped under his breath, not meant to be heard but he was unsure if that was the case. still, he tried for a smile,      ❝ 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭… 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐮𝐡, 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬? ❞     maybe if he was to beat this new guy, maybe if he was to ask paris in a gesture that would knock his socks off, maybe then  he’ll have a chance. miles didn’t want to hope, but he looked up at the other expectantly anyway. 

okay, this situation was getting a little awkward now. wesley sounded eerily serious about his offer to take him out, and bentley couldn’t tell whether he was asking him out of pity, or because it was something he actually wanted to do. regardless, bentley wouldn’t be taking him up on it. he might have hit rock bottom, and lost nearly everything that was important to him, but he still had his pride. “uh, yes? that sounds like something you would do,” he responds, knitting his brows into a frown. to be fair, he can’t recall wesley ever talking to him about his dating preference, so he wasn’t sure what his ideal date would be like, or if he ever went on one to begin with. “let’s just… drop this subject, okay? this is getting weird.” he bites on the inside of his cheek, looking away to avoid the other’s gaze. actually, weird was an understatement, because usually, bentley had no qualms about rejecting anyone. wesley was different, though, for some unknown reason. “it’s just… the way you word things sometimes, almost makes it sound like you, um, have a crush on me, or whatever...” 

eyes shifted from the hand that grabbed him by the wrist to her face, his expression unchanging. he wasn’t exactly ENTHUSED by the prospect of letting someone else ( a newbie, to boot ) take over the reins for a sensitive mission such as this but it seemed like he had no other choice for before he could even say anything, she was already dragging him towards the front door where the bouncer was. ryan watched in mild interest as jade flirted it up with the bouncer, though it was a shame that he barely hear what she was saying from where he was standing. still, considering they were let in without hesitation, he had to assume it worked wonders. until, of course, she told him what it was that transpired between them. a scoff passed his lips then, though he wasn’t terribly offended— he had no reputation here, these people knew nothing of him and will never do, he didn’t exactly give a shit of what they thought of him.     ❝ 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇. ❞     he quipped, louder now as they stepped inside the club, the bass of the music basically making his head thump in turn. he was careful enough to not appear suspicious, taking the other’s hand in an attempt to look as if they were a normal couple about to have a good time. but his eyes were searching, darting around to scan the place— it wasn’t as crowded as expected, though the amount of civilians who could potentially get involved was too much of a risk for him to even THINK  of starting anything right here right now.    ❝ 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝? 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. ❞    he nodded towards the direction of the curtained areas he was talking about them, his eyes catching movement not a second ago and saw someone who looked suspiciously like one of the armed men their target liked to keep with him.     ❝ 𝐰𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞. ❞

“You? Looking terrible? I doubt that could ever happen.” Compliments were a currency that Sejeong was wealthy and generous with, and they came easily when offered to such enjoyable company. Esme was everything that Sejeong wished she could’ve been in a different life, but someone that she’d settle for admiring from a distance. “You could make a potato sack look like Gucci, I swear it.”

“You flatter me,” she said with a wave of her hand, though at Sejeong’s latter comment, Esme let out a laugh. “Potato sack chic? Maybe I’ll try it sometime. Start a new trend. Oh, Sejeong, you funny, funny girl.” She turned back towards the mirror, checking herself in the dress one last time. “Well, I suppose I’m going with this one, then. What about you? Want anything? Consider it a gift.”

games have been a part of their relationship since day one. tai and he never missed an opportunity to one up each other to then rub it in the other’s face and it was fun. that is, until the game becomes laced with malicious intents as is happening in this very instant. taeho can’t imagine losing the other, particularly over something as silly as this, but it’s not in his nature to back down especially when he feels like he’s wronged. “it’s one date, one fucking date, tai. i’m not getting hitched to the dude.” all taeho wanted was a night of fun. parker just so happened to be convenient and required no hunting on taeho’s part. “oh, of course. benevolent tai playing knight in a shining armor. how touching.” sarcasm is heavy in his tone. “guess fucking what prince charming, i don’t need rescuing from moronic frogs. i’m no helpless damsel in distress.” in truth, taeho couldn’t care less about tai and parker texting–it won’t be long before he’s forgotten the latter’s name or ever being involved with him. his best friend not letting him on his ‘scheme’, however, stung like hell. since when are there secrets between them? “we could have had so much fun playing him, together, tai but you fucked up and for what?” he takes a couple of steps back. being close to the other makes him feel sick to his stomach now. 

                    okay, so he was a little… quirky but that wasn’t a bad thing. sujeong knew a lot of weirder people who had less favorable qualities, and zero was being very friendly so she couldn’t be bothered to point out things that seemed a little strange to her. the doctor stands up immediately and slings her tote bag over her shoulder. “i don’t think i have a lot by way of food right now, especially because i haven’t been home much these days.” she’s already opening the door for him, ready to go on their first adventure as roommates.

Ryu isn’t completely sure how long he can keep his walls up, but he feels as if it’s necessary at this point. It isn’t a matter of whether or not he still has feelings for the other, that much is obvious by the pained expression on his features. He wets his lips as his shoulders fall slightly, reluctantly forcing himself to meet her gaze after a few moments. He has waited to hear those words, but now that he has he’s not entirely sure how to react. He swallows thickly as his gaze shifts away for a moment, “I can’t say that I blame you for what you did. I’m used to people leaving me… I just thought you were different. That was my fault.” He wets his lips before taking in a deep breath. “But, I don’t want things to be this way between us anymore. As much as I hate to admit it, I do miss you.”