No Fairytale

since being in dayton, brinley never found herself going to any sort of house party. but this time her coworker was able to convince her. she knew it would be a wild night, but not this wild. about to settle down and be a hermit, she paused when the blonde spoke to her. wrinkling her nose at the thought of sitting on puke and smelling like it for the rest of the night. “well, that would be a disaster, wouldn’t it?” she laughed a bit, “thanks, i guess i’ll just stand by the wall.”

“Not necessary, sweetie, you look like you could use a sit and chill. Hold on.” The man in the seat to her left had been trying to get her number for the past twenty minutes. She’d flirted with him for a while just to watch him flounder, but honestly she’d been getting bored. “Nicholas, darling.” The man blinked in confusion. “M-my name’s Nathan.” Ryliee didn’t note the correction, flicking the male on the tip of his nose and then gently pushing his chin so that she could angle his gaze towards a redhead two tables over. “Now I know for a fact she’s been eyefucking you for the past ten minutes. I won’t be getting you off tonight, sweetheart, so I suggest you take her invitation lest you end up going home with only your hand for company tonight.” He scoffed at her, muttered ‘fucking bitch’ under his breath, but the desired effect was achieved. A free chair as he stormed off. Ryliee gestured towards it, smiling at the other girl. “All yours love.”

Pizza the greatest peacemaker in the world, sounded absolutely amazing as a late night treat. The usual introvert barely thought about the outfit he had thrown on but he knew he couldn’t go in simply his boxers (although he probably wouldn’t be the only one to almost do that tonight) so he tossed on a pair of slim-fit denim jeans along with an oversized white shirt that featured pink accents on the sleeves and collar and retro orange tinted glasses. He ran his fingers through his hair and headed to grab a slice. As he found a chair he sat down in, he was stopped in his tracked. “Oh shit, thanks,” Dec appreciated the girl’s thoughtfulness, “I just got these jeans too. If I got em’ covered in puke I’d be pissed. You definitely saved my ass there. Literally.”

He had that broody, smoldering vibe to him. The kind that could make people swoon with barely any effort on his part. Ryliee won’t pretend he isn’t attractive, oh he could absolutely leave this party with a gaggle of partners for the night if that was his thing. “Glad I could save you tonight. Though I learned the hard way that sooner or later you’ll sit in the wrong the place at the wrong time. Or in my case be beneath the balcony at just the right angle for your shoulder to be a target when someone hurls off the second floor.” She shuddered at the thought. “You would think people here would hold their liquor better. But I guess that’s the point. Pushing your boundaries past where you know they should be with little to no consequence.”

       if lydia had known they’d be walking a marathon as part of the party she wouldn’t have worn such tall heels but fuck it she looked hot. seeing a free seat outside of the pizza place she immediatley slid over to it to nab the chair. pausing at the girls words she nodded and scanned the rest of the group. tapping a tall guy nearby she put on her best act and told him she was freezing to which he gladly gave her his jacket. giving him a seductive smile she turned back around to the blonde and laid the jacket over the seat of the chair. “there. problem solved, i need a fucking break my feet are killing me,” she groaned, “ i appreciate the compliment though, you’re killing it tonight as well.” 

Ryliee didn’t hold back when she was impressed. And there was respect to be had for a woman who problem solved by immediately utilizing a man who wanted to get under her dress without giving him a thing in return. “That was fucking inspired,” she noted with a nod of approval. “Oh girl...that’s why I keep some of those foldable fast flats in my purse. I wait until I’m sure everyone is so fucked up they don’t even know I have feet let alone what’s on them, and then I trade the heels for something comfy. “

Nova had never chosen to actually smoke but at this point she didn’t mind the effects of an edible whenever the universe chose that she stumble across one. Nova high meant that she experienced what was called “no bones” mode. Her body, well, it had no bones. Her eyes could barely open because most everything was funny to her. And, well, she was uncaring of anything she said or did which had both its benefits and drawbacks. “Oh I can’t handle comedy. You need a tight five and I’ve never been a tight anything. Well, my vagina is tight. I guess that counts for something. I like cookies too much to go into comedy.” Nova mulled the questions given to her over. “I want apple juice.”

Ryliee was fairly certain that if she propped the brunette up there would be a “ragdoll” effect. She was more than happy to leave the girl as she was, delightfully buoyant and harmless. The vagina comment seemed to come out of nowhere and from a girl with a face like a sweet angel it had Ryliee choking on her beer for a minute. “I don’t know what a tight five is, but girl you are funny as fuck. At least while high.” The request for apple juice came...innocent, sweet. Oh a girl like this needed a party buddy to make sure she was safe while in such states. There were too many gross, dark intentioned people in the world. “Apple juice sounds really good. Do you have a favorite brand? I’m a Mott’s girl myself.” She glances over, the pizza shop isn’t closed yet, there’s maybe a fifteen minute window. “If I go get you apple juice will you be a very good girl and stay right here in this spot and not move?”

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She closed her eyes affectionally when her nose was tapped, “But I want to share it with you! Inside and outside, it doesn’t matter!” As if that made any sense, a random thought popping into her head causing her to stand up straight on her own two feet, “Oh! Ryles lets go to the marry-go-rounds! Please! We can bring a bottle! Unless you wanna do a teq-kool-aid-bong with me!” She pulled the other into a tight hug, “Please, please, please!” She wasn’t sure if she was begging Ryliee to go to the marry-go-rounds or to take the random concoction with her and risk her own life trying to swallow stomach it. Lord knew that Ellie was fighting to as they spoke.

Was there a very large opportunity that a merry go round would only result in the aggressive spread of more blue kool aid? Yes. Absofuckinglutely. But would Ryliee rather be privy to that then have to do a kool aid bong? Also yes. She kept one arm looped around Ellie, shook her head and pretended to think it over before smiling like she was giving in to a child wanting to open just one christmas present early. “Fuck you for knowing I love the way the world blurs on spin-y things, let’s go to the merry go round then you drunk little wood sprite. But Ellie you cannot, under any circumstances, try and take one of the horses with us when we leave.”

“It’s true,” mumbled Nova. “Both things. I saw them all. And I see you.” So, the girl had had a run in with a pot brownie. It wouldn’t be the first time and she suspected it wouldn’t be the last. Nova had always been way too trusting of snacks offered at house parties and without her older siblings to look out for her, well, she just had to accept what would happen. Brownies were her kryptonite. Even when they were unknowingly filled with the devils lettuce. Satans Salad. She thought about the phrase and giggled a little under her breath. “Save yourself. No one wants yak on their sack.” 

The fascinating thing about pot was how differently it could affect people. Giggly, chill, sleepy, paranoid, anxious, depressed, the body could pick and chose so many cocktails of reaction, and then when you added in different strains things got even more deliciously intriguing. Thank god this girl was going the ‘silly but relatively stable’ route because Ryliee didn’t want to have to sober up to take care of anyone tonight. “Oh my god, when’s your career in standup comedy starting, huh?” she playfully teased with a grin. “How ya feeling? Do you need some water? Something soft to play with?”

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Carter wasn’t sure if he should breathe out a sigh of relief, or hold one in when his sister entered the room. Call it a habit after all this time but he never could be quite sure which version of her he was going to get. Luckily for him that night it was one that decided to go for a little bit of both. An insult and a savior all wrapped up in one beautiful person. “Thank fuck!” He announced, as he leaned his head back against the wall and took a long drag from his cigarette. Feeling a bit more free now as he rolled his head back to the side to look at where she was still standing. “And for your information, bathrooms have made great hiding places for years. It’s like you’re insulting a classic. Also don’t act like mom and dad didn’t warn you about the kind of shit we’d see here.” He teased, as he finally pushed himself back up to a standing position, offering her the cigarette he’d just been puffing on. “You think that’s possible? For me to make my way through every girl in town? Seem’s ambitious.” 

She wasn’t always the nicest person, but Carter had always effortlessly accepted and adapt to whichever the wind was blowing Ryliee’s mood. And she loved him for that. “I love insulting classics,” she answered with a snide grin. “Mostly cause it pisses you off.” She shook her head, inspecting a nail momentarily before rolling her eyes. “Oh they warned, but hearing about it and seeing it. Hearing about the aftermath of it at work the next day...that’s an experience. Not an entirely negative one, mind you. You know I like to be entertained.” She reached out to take the cigarette he offered. Most people hated the smell, but Ryliee had grown to love it. Smokey and dark, if bad intentions had a scent it would be something similar to this. “Ambitious, no. Lucky, yes. I literally watch half these girls swoon over you with you having to do very little work on your end. It’s absolutely horrifying and slightly impressive all at once.”

Teetering along with a kool-aid jammer in hand, Ellie’s feet starting to give-way. She stumbled over to where her hazy eyes found an empty seat, but caught herself at the warning. It took a moment but her eyes nearly squinted shut with the joy of Ryliee, “Ryles!” Her juice busting and blue razz dripping to the floor, “Oh shit… I think that girl was me. Look, It’s happening again, it’s blue.” She leaned a hand on the girl to stead herself, “Hi pretty! Did you know that tequila and blue razz jammers actually aren’t that bad. You gotta do it from a beer-bong though.”

Ellie tended to wander off at parties a lot. And while Ryliee cared about her general well being, the thing about Ellie was that she always managed to find nice kind sweet people to take care of her wherever she went. She was that cotton candy fluffy pink sweetness you just couldn’t be unkind to. Against her own instinct to get the fuck away from the fresh fountain of blue that had been released, there was nothing inside her that could stop the other girl from using her to keep from keeling over. “Hello gorgeous butterfly,” she answered with an affectionate eyeroll, pushing some hair back from Ellie’s face. “Well of course you gotta do it from a beer-bong, that’s the only sensible option. But honey bunches of blue razz...if you can’t keep the drinks inside you anymore, maybe it’s time to take a break.” She playfully tapped the tip of her finger on Ellie’s nose. 

frankly, mael had lost count of how many drinks he’s had. his tolerance for alcohol had become unworldly at this point, and after taking a few bumps in the bathroom to somewhat sober up, he makes his way outside to get some fresh air. about to sit on a chair beside someone, he stops in his tracks when the girl cries out to him. looking down at the seat, he notices she was right. gross. he makes a face, and instead, sits on the floor beside her. “thanks for that… i think sitting on someone else’s puke would’ve made me sick.” literally. he can’t deal with vomit at all. “but oh my god, thanks! you look so cute tonight too! that dress is doing wonders for your figure.”

“And I would totally understand that cause same,” she answered with a light chuckle, leaning back in her seat slightly as he sat beside her. “The one downside to parties like these...people get so damn messy. I prefer messes to be emotional, psychological, moral even, those are fun. This...not so much.” Ryliee grinned with a shameless glee at the compliment, hands caressing her dress. “Oh my god thank you, that is what I was going for. The theme of tonight is “tease the fuck out of them but make it clear they’re not getting the dress off you”. Sometimes it’s more fun to be a fickle flirt than it is to put out, ya know?”