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claiming 42 points for OLIVER VAGA

point breakdown :

DEVELOPMENT : [1] x [5] = [5]

REPLIES : [12] x [1] = [12]

STARTERS : [3] X [5] = 15

MILESTONE : [1] X [10] = 10

TOTAL: 42

point breakdown (spent):

NEWCHARACTER : [1] x [50] = [50]

AUCTION : [1] x [30] = [30]

TOTAL: 12 remaining from prior 92

Winning the auction was unexpected, but Oliver was pleased that he got to spend extra time with Maverick as a result. Naturally, he’d planned an absolutely awesome date as a result. Private island, with both epic hikes and a beautiful beach. Some boats, in case they wanted to check out the other islands… Yeah, Oliver was pretty pleased with the whole thing he’d arranged. It was best friend-y and romantic, the perfect combo.

They’d been on the island for all of one hour, enough time to clean up after traveling, and then Oliver met Maverick down on the beach. “So, what do you think? Are you stoked I won the auction or what?” He asked with a grin. “There’s a scenic hike near an inactive volcano on the island we can do later, too, and then a yacht and the hotel…” Oliver trailed off, shrugging a shoulder. “Wanna hang here for a bit though? We can swim and tan and you can admire my abs,” he joked.

LOCATION: AFTERPARTY AT THE MOULIN ROUGE (OPEN TO ALL)

“Tequila to kill ya feelings,” he offered, grinning wildly in amusement at his joke. He waved the bottle at the other, drawing shotglasses from the table, gesturing at a bowl of sliced limes and copious amounts of salt. Felix occupied two seats, leaning against the other in his intoxicated state. It was ridiculous, really, what a mess this had all made him — and now Felix Salamanca did what he knew how to do best: drink. “Come on, then. Come drink with me. No body shots, I promise — unless that’s what you want.” 

–––– in conversation with @olivervaga​ ; the louvre. 

“ ollie, ollie, ollie –– ” antony began, surprisingly tipsy for a man who hadn’t had anything to drink, but then again, his choice of drug had recently become responsibility, which…first of all, yikes. but second of all, it gave him a lot of extra time to do stuff like annoy friends who were probably having a pretty chill night otherwise. so he swung arm around oliver’s shoulders and struck him with the widest grin he possibly could. ( terms and conditions pending, since they were in the louvre, his face hurt from fake smiling all night. ) “ come on, steal the mona lisa with me. ”

“Antony, my boy,” Oliver sang in response, as dramatic and happy as possible to see his friend. Man, he loved Antony, especially his energy. It matched his own! Which was probably awful, but nevertheless, Oliver was smiling widely as Antony swung an arm over his shoulders. “I missed you, bro,” he informed his friend, planting a kiss on his cheek dramatically. “Steal the Mona Lisa?” He repeated before bursting out laughing. “All right, I’m in,” he said to the surprise of no one ever. “How are we gonna steal it? What’s the plan? Can I wear a sexy spy suit?”

“Oh shush, I’m sure that spot is reserved for Felix. I’d be blessed if I had a love story like the two of you!” Still, Oliver’s sweet words did bring a stupid smile to his face as he gave his arm a gentle squeeze.”Julian is smart and beautiful and very, very tall. I thought he was a model at first but it turns out he’s married to the Prime Minister of Italy now and they’ve got a basket full of children. Maverick sounds like an absolute blast to be around but I haven’t seen her in our chats. Is she a member already?” Milo gave him a small nudge, “I didn’t ask if you had feelings for her, mon cher, you did. Maybe that is what they call.. a slip?”

“Felix makes my heart melt, truly,” Oliver said dramatically, placing a hand to his heart. “I send him roses weekly. Maybe I’ll add you to the list.” Milo would probably love to get flowers sometimes and as far as Oliver was concerned, his friends deserved anything and everything that would make them smile. As Milo explained Julian, Oliver listened attentively, nodding along. “Huh, that seems random, but good for Julian, I guess. I didn’t know he was a dad, too.” Man, the Society was weird sometimes. “Yeah, Mavi’s a member,” Oliver replied. “Honestly, I can never really tell. I think she’s the best person alive and she’s beautiful, but she’s also my best friend, you know? What does that even mean?” It was nice that Milo was willing to discuss it.

Auctions! Human auctions! Oliver was pretty sure that was a little bit illegal, but he was also a little bit envious that he was not up to be bid upon. Who wouldn’t want to win a date with him? He was totally desirable, fun, charming… okay, yeah, that was all excessive. Still, Oliver loved adventure, and being someone’s prize that they won sounded very interesting. Nevertheless, Astrid and Mav were up for bidding (and he’d bid on the latter). He had considered bidding o Astrid also, but the whole ex thing made that a little bit complicated.

Eventually, after the auction, Oliver found Astrid and immediately gave her a hug. If it was weird, he didn’t care — Oliver was always affectionate, and their relationship felt a little more stable, although Oliver would always feel a little wistful around Astrid. “Hey,” he greeted with a smile. “How ya feeling after the bids? Sorry I didn’t place anything on you, I wasn’t sure what the boundaries were there.” He paused before asking, “Is that forgivable?” 

Teo always looked awesome, but tonight, for the auction, Oliver’s buddy looked especially great. With two flutes of champagne in hand, Oliver walked over to his hand and made a show of checking him out. “Damn, dude, you look stunning,” he said before handing him a glass. “Do you have a date tonight? Am I stealing your attention away from anyone special?” Oliver asked curiously. He was fully prepared for Teo to question him about the whole Maverick bid, and the fact that he’d won, but Oliver wasn’t bothered by that. They were just friends. (And sometimes, he wished that were different, but it was very rarely. Idly, Oliver wondered if Teo could help him figure out his feelings.) “So, you wanna dance while we chat?”

who: @olivervaga​

“I’m surprised I’ve met almost everyone on the auction list,” he chattered, scanning the auction list displayed with gold calligraphy on black cardstock. Milo personally didn’t know whether any of them would be happy if he attempted to bid on them– they weren’t particularly close friends of his and perhaps the human auctionees actually had someone on their mind to bid on them.  Oliver seemed much more popular than he was, however; if anyone would know, it’d be him.  “I met David once and he said he was a writer. Julian’s been a friend of mine for years already; he’s so sweet and I doubt his husband would let just anyone take him out. Astrid will probably have a great time with Felix–” or become a blushing mess, which was charming in itself, “I don’t think I’ve met Maverick before. You know her don’t you, mon chou? Will you be bidding on her tonight?”

“Of course you have, man,” Oliver said with a smile. “You’re the coolest person I know. Who wouldn’t want to meet you?” Honestly, that was pretty close to the truth — Milo was amazing, kind and fun to be around. Anyone that didn’t spend time with the guy was absolutely insane! “What’s Julian like? I actually don’t know him,” Oliver said, raising his eyebrows, always prepared to hear some gossip. “Mavi is my best friend,” he replied, immediately smiling at the chance to discuss Maverick Hearst. “I did bid on her, yeah. I hope she doesn’t mind. She’s the best, man. I should introduce you guys!” Knowingly, Oliver added, “And I don’t have feelings for her, I think. Everyone always asks that.”

There were always some faces that would never fail to bring a grin to Felix’s face, and perhaps one of the most prominent was Oliver’s. He’d been sour at the interruption, not wanting to open the door, but at the sight of him, Felix beamed and clapped his shoulder. “Oh, abso-fucking-lutely,” he said, taking the shiny key and inspecting it. “That’s fucking fantastic. Exactly what I was looking for tonight. You’re driving, though, you know I’m shit at it. Come on in, I was just having dinner. Let’s eat, let me get dressed up, and then let’s get at this speedboat of yours.” Felix stepped aside to let Oliver into his spacious suite, handing him over the menu. “Order whatever you want. Order a bottle of whiskey, too — unless you want to sober tonight?”

@olivervaga​​   »        oliver  &  avery.

After Rome, and more importantly, after Ibiza, Avery felt the need to check in with all of the members of the Coalition. Most specifically, all of the initiates that he had reservations regarding. Oliver had proven himself, there was no doubt about that. Avery had doubted him from the beginning (who posted on social media for a living?) but he’d produced results almost immediately and therefore gained Avery’s trust quickly. That wasn’t to say that Avery wasn’t worried about his future, especially knowing what he did about the unfortunate group of initiates. He flagged down the bartender and ordered a whiskey on the rocks before gesturing to Oliver, insinuating that he should put his order on Avery’s tab. He was going to grill him on what he did in Rome, so it was only appropriate that he paid for his drink. “How drunk should I be before you tell me what you got up to in Rome?”

Avery was the kind of person that Oliver desperately wanted to impress. Avery gave him purpose, gave him something to focus on, and as a result, Oliver was always quick to jump at the opportunity to do better for the leader of the Coalition. Sure, Oliver didn’t seem like the kind of guy that was haste in getting results, but Oliver thought that was most likely to Avery’s advantage. You needed someone sly, someone no one expected to be maneuvering, right? That was the theory Oliver was going with. Once they were together at a bar, Oliver offered his friend a smile and ordered a whiskey as well. He laughed at Avery’s question good-naturedly. “I don’t think you’ll need to be too drunk,” Oliver promised. “I mostly hung around with Maverick and made a few new friends with the initiates. Kind of a wild bunch,” Oliver said, shrugging a shoulder. “Have you met any of the others?” Now Ibiza... Avery would probably want to be drunk for those stories. “What have you been getting up to?”

“Ah, yes, Wii Sports definitely has the ability to hone in on some much needed cardio,” Milo mused, his gaze focused on the cream colored doors as if mentally willing them to pause for an interlude would be accomplished in such a way. Defeated, the brunette returned the stranger’s grin with a small one of his own and gave him an affirming nod. “So are you always so trustworthy as to leave your wallet somewhere that can be broken into? I’m not one to talk– I lose things constantly, but I guess that gives me the excuse to buy you a drink to thank you for your company,” He spoke as they continued to walk, “I’d recommend steering clear of whatever one they call ‘swamp juice’. It burns all the way down to your stomach and I’m pretty sure they put little tiny gummy alligators in there. No wonder there were chunks.”

“My second favourite kind of cardio,” Oliver joked, the innuendo obvious. He felt for Milo, having left his phone in the room, although he wasn’t particularly bothered by leaving his wallet in there. The Society was kind of strict about treason against fellow members/initiates, and really? Whom of them needed to steal cards for extra cash? “I try not to leave it lying around, but shit happens,” Oliver replied, shrugging a shoulder. “I guess I’d be more bothered by it if I were in a different position in life but… here I am.” As Oliver followed Milo, he couldn’t help but smile. “I’d love if you bought me a drink!” It wasn’t everyday he had a handsome guy buying him the drink. “Whoa, that sounds kinda disgusting. How trashed did it get you?”

the idea of a road trip might not have appealed to other members of their social group, but maverick had always been up for adventure. when oliver had suggested it, she’d jumped at the opportunity, as well as the chance to spend time with him. rome already seemed like it had been ages ago.

she clamored out of her bedroom in the modern home – a restored bungalow – located on the pacific coast highway in malibu with a handbag over one arm, a tote bag over another, and two large pieces of tumi luggage, filled to the brim with whatever she thought she might need for the weekend. wearing an off-the-shoulder sundress and a large hat, she looked as if she were going to the beach instead of on a road trip. the tote slowly dropped to the ground as he hugged her and she tightened her grip for a moment before pulling back to grin. “it’s going to be great. you, me, nothing but money and a car? what’s not to be excited about?”

she gestured to the door. “absolutely you should drive first. i don’t think i’ve driven in…at least two months, actually?”

Some people would probably say that Oliver qualified as ‘clingy.’ He pretty much always wanted to be around Maverick, although he’d never contemplated why too much. Maybe he should have, in retrospect, but Oliver wasn’t one to ponder things to deeply… and Mavi, well, she was his best friend. And sometimes that meant that his heart stopped beating around her, which was normal, right? Right!

“Is that all the luggage?” Oliver said lightly as he hugged Mavi. She always overpacked, he’d gotten used to. “You look beautiful,” he added with a bright smile before pulling out his phone for a quick selfie. It was part of the influencer thing! And also his personal collection of ‘Moliver’ moments. “I don’t know, it sounds like my literal dream,” Oliver replied, shrugging a shoulder.

After collecting all of Maverick’s bags and putting them in the car, Oliver bursted out laughing. “What do you mean two months?” He asked, bemused. “Are you planning to kill me? You’re gonna drive us off a cliff so we die together, aren’t you?”

@olivervaga​ | ibiza, morning after

“no, dad, I’m not-” Elise sighed, rubbing her forehead. “i’m just saying, i think it’s kind of fucked that bo is here too and you’re not getting mad at him for shit.” she rolled her eyes. “okay, sorry. yes, i’ll take care of it. oh, i was thinking about-” elise paused and pulled the phone away from her ear, giving oliver an incredulous look as he approached. “aaand he hung up on me. unbelievable.”

still, she set her phone on the table and gave him a fond smile, standing to give him a hug and gesturing for him to sit at the table with her. “hi, love, how are you? still have your dignity? i didn’t see all that much of you last night.” or, she did and didn’t remember it, but that was a given with elise, and oliver knew that. 

Elise was one of Oliver’s favourite people. Not that there was a lot of competition, no one was as cool as epic as Elise, but still, Oliver liked to think that the thought counted! As Oliver overheard the last bit of Elise’s conversation, he raised his eyebrows and then sighed. “Is that much of a surprise?” He asked, sounding as aggravated as he felt. “Nah, I always forget my dignity, are you kidding? Could you collect it for me?” Oliver joked easily. “You okay? What was the call about?”

claiming 19 points for OLIVER VAGA

point breakdown :

DEVELOPMENT : [1] x [5] = [5]

REPLIES : [9] x [1] = [9]

STARTERS : [1] X [5] = 5

TOTAL: 19

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

oliver ↦ felix: dude, have you ever had like real feelings for someone?

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

oliver ↦ felix: yooooooo come over to my PLACE catch a PLANE right now!!!!!!!!!! I need you bro

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

oliver ↦ felix: I just realized that the meaning of life is prolly friendship

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.