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Anita couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, this certainly wasn’t the most ideal way to meet someone. “Thanks…” She awkwardly trailed as she slipped on his jacket. “Nah, just all of Central Park. That was my ticket into the party. It’s not ideal but…at least I’m in.” She shrugged and flashed him a smile. “Sorry, this is weird. Umm, I’m Anita by the way and I swear I don’t usually run around naked.” 

“These challenges are still something else.” Sorren clicked his tongue. “But congratulations.” He gave a smile back. “I’m Sorren and I promise I don’t dress with Dolly Parton’s grandson.” Soren said. “I need to do my challenge too.” 

he looked up and chuckled “you gotta do it man, everyone has to do their task. it’s worth it. you’ll regret it if you don’t do it, and what if you don’t get an invite next time hm?” he said.

“You’re scared of planes?” Peter asked with a smile. “Why? I think they’re incredible. I love flying. In another version of my life, I definitely got my pilot’s lisence.”

“That’s true, you’re much cuter than him,” Javi pointed out, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend from behind, and rested his chin on his shoulder. “You’ll do great, I promise! And you’ll have me cheering you on, so what more do you need, right?” he smiled. “No, sadly we’re not cool enough to have her phone number yet, but if you do this and we go this party, we’ll be part of New York’s elite in no time,” he explained. “Besides..” Javi moved his mouth to the older boy’s ear, caught his lobe between his teeth and nibbled at it with sensuous ease.“If you do this, I’ll do that one thing you like so much tonight,” he promised him in a husky voice. “As many times as you want me to, my love.”

Sorren let the blush creep on his cheeks feeling’s Javi’s touch. “Maybe a paramedic.And something with a biy of sugar” Sorren pointed out.Sorren nodded. “You and your big plans through.”Sorren couldn’t help but smirk at the bite. “Well if that’s in the cards then I’ll more than love to do that.” Sorren replied. Sorren Kissed Javi’s cheek. “Wish me luck,” Sorren said before he climbed back on stage.

He grabbed the microphone and sat against the still. “How’s everyone doing tonight?”Sorren asked as the warm-up. There were a few people clapping. Sorren gave a laugh. “The first song tonight is Hound Dog-By Elvis.” Sorren cleared his throat. 

“Yes, you can! You must!” Javi insisted, giving his boyfriend a soft, reassuring peck on his forehead. “You’re a great singer! Remember that one night at the karaoke bar when we sang the Bee Gees songs together? It was so romantic, I loved that so much,” he smiled proudly. “Now, go out there and make the audiences’ hearts melt like you did we me that day. Um, well, maybe not that much, but enough to get you your invitation, because I can’t show up without a cute boy on my arm, Sor. It would just look silly!”

“I”m flattered but I’m no Johnny Cash.” Sorren remarked feeling a bit better. “And I was with you and not 100 hundred other people.” Sorren sighed. “You sure we can’t call this lady and change her mind? Or you sing in my place?” Sorren pleaded.  This was not as easy as he thought. 

“Maybe,” Peter sighed. “It’s sad that we live in a world where we need something like that, you know? Like people need a book to let them know that someone might try to kill them.”

“What kind of lukewarm tea is that? If it wasn’t a hallucination, then the least you can do is give your pal some dirty deets,” Brooks pointed out. “Cupcakes? You do sound baked. What did you, or he, put in them, Sore?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yea, yea, later. First things first, you should get me those cupcakes, if you still have them. I’m starving.”

“It’s fine! I just think you go to places like this and your brain turns to mush.” Sephy smiled. “I think so, just depending on the reason for drinking.”

“It’s a good thing, though!” Fleur smiled softly. “Right! It’s nice to meet you as well. I feel you probably see Javi more than me!”

“are you actually southern or is that all an act?” he asked as he followed him to the register with the art supplies in his hand.

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“Well, it’s more of a get-together. The funeral was a while back.” Persephone smiled at him. “It’s taking alcohol to get through this all.”

“It’s the new thing. I bet you’ve been busier the last few months because of the netflix show.” The blonde nodded, “Right, you know him at least.” Fleur smiled softly. “Fleur. It’s nice to meet you.”