a hard day's night

Eight days in and I’ve just realised I forgot to make a New Years resolution. What were everyone else’s? Maybe I can just copy one of yours. Or maybe mine should just be to be more organised…

I don’t think you can copy and paste other people’s resolutions, Ry. Kinda defeats the purpose? But hey, there you go. Being more organized is a resolution, just gotta stick to it now.

Marley nodded and gave a small pout and shrug. “I know I know…I’m working on it…I was going to tell him that I didn’t want to talk anymore but then someone called his name and I ran for it instead. I’m not as roaringly amazing as you are,” she said with a smile and a small laugh. “How about we report to the bar and see if you can tell me how to rock the hair curlers.”

Santana playfully rolled her eyes as Marley called her amazing. “I mean, yeah, not a lot of people are.” She wasn’t afraid to accept Marley’s compliment, to agree with her comment. She truly did feel there weren’t people out there as awesome as her. “You’re pretty great too, Marls. Just gotta tap into your inner mean girl, tell these boys to screw off.” She said with a shrug. “You wanna curl your hair?” She asked. “Yeah, I could help you with that,” she intertwined her arm around Marley’s and led her to the bar, “what did’ya wanna drink?”

“Thanks, I try and have a good idea occassionally.” Ryder laughed. “Yes, exactly. Plus social media is a bitch.” He added, somewhat ironically given where they all worked. “I remember the days where phones didn’t even have cameras and you could get away with being stupid without it being committed to film and shared for everyone to see.” Sure he was just a kid for most of those years, but he still did some pretty dumb stuff. “Yeah I’m feeling okay.” He replied, rolling his eyes playfully at her questions. “I’m just serious about not making a fool out of myself. Ladies choice, you can pick the shot - though I draw the line at Sambuca.” 

“Yeah, yeah, sometimes that little lightbulb on top of your head turns on.” She teased. “Tell me about it. I used the wrong kind’a ‘your’ in a video.. never again. People on twitter spent a week torturing me about it.” Social media was both a blessing and a curse. There were days when Santana would spend hours scrolling but then other days when she wanted to deactivate everything. “I mean, you can still get a phone with no camera if you’re trynna live the hermit life, Ry. You can grow a beard out and everything.” She nudged him, grinning. “What in the good hell is Sambuca-- you know what, don’t even answer. We’ll just go with good ol’ fashion tequila.”

Finn chuckled at her response, leaning on a high table next to him for a relaxed position as he took another sip of the champagne. “Then we’re in trouble if someone comes over to use the oven and forgets to turn it off, because I don’t either,” he laughed, mostly to himself. “Avoid the party? Why would I do that?”

“Maybe if the person in question is a thirteen year old. Who’s gonna forget to turn off the oven?” Even if she was trying to poke holes in his logic, she knew it was likely either one of their friends would forget. Especially if drinks were involved. Santana shrugged, sipping her drink again. “I dunno,” she said, “why were you running late then?”

Marley had found herself outside hiding without her jacket. L.A was surprisingly cold for the night and she was regretting it. A lot. She was just about to text Santana to ask her where she was when she heard her voice. “San!” Marley said with a huge smile, as she got up and walked over hugging the brunette. “I’m hiding from Tad from the So-Ho branch…He keeps asking me who my songs are about. Does he still exist? Do I have a boyfriend? Do I have a midnight kiss? I had to hide!” she shook her head and looked at Santana. “I was going to text you…but you’re like an angel and just showed up!”

Santana wrapped her arms around the girl in a warm embrace. She found Marley to be a ray of sunshine, a true joy in her life. Usually, Santana would find such constant optimism to be a bit settling, even almost annoying, but there was something charming about sweet Marley Rose. She pulled away to look at Marley, raising an eyebrow. “Mars, have I taught you anything?” She nearly shook the girl’s shoulders. “You gotta tell the creep off. Tell’im he’s gotta start leaving you alone or else.. I dunno, you’ll report him or something.” She knew that Marley couldn’t actually threaten Tad or risk losing her job. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m like that one angel from Grease. A blessing, really.” She teased with a grin. 

Mike jumped just a bit at the girl’s sudden appearance, a grin quickly making its way onto his lips. “Damn, San, when did you get so good at being sneaky?” he quipped teasingly. Though, in all honesty, it actually completely tracked in his mind and wasn’t hard to believe at all. He glanced back at the dessert table and jokingly let his eyes dart around their surroundings, lifting a finger to his lips and letting out a soft ‘shh’. “Maybe,” he nudged her right back, lifting an eyebrow. “If I was, you wouldn’t tell on me, would you?”

Santana shrugged a single shoulder. “Hey, you learn a thing or two ‘bout being sneaky when you spend all of high school tip-toeing past your parent’s bedroom.” She hadn’t meant to startle him, though she had to admit it had been rather amusing watching him jump. “You got a lot of faith in me, dancing king.” She crossed her arms. “I dunno, what’s it in for me? Why should I stop from reporting you to our CEO?” Okay, she wouldn’t actually be doing something so drastic but she was interested to know if he would do anything to stop her. 

Finn grinned as she accepted the champagne, raising his flute to clink it against hers. “Something like that,” he said with a smirk, quickly followed with a shrug. Santana was probably just more eager to get to the party than he was and it took about just fifteen minutes alone to even find her in this massive crowd. “I was just triple-checking that you didn’t leave the oven on,” he joked. 

She knew he was joking about the oven. She knew a chuckle or a giggle would be an appropriate response. Instead, though, she just rolled her eyes. She knew he hadn’t meant any harm by his comment but sometimes it was difficult for Santana to put the hurt feelings aside. “Jokes on you, Hudson, I don’t even use the oven.” She said before taking a sip of her drink. “You sure you weren’t just avoiding the party?”

Ryder was at the bar waiting for a refill when he heard a familiar voice. He looked over, smiling as he saw Santana next to him. “Actually I’ve just been drinking beer tonight.” He laughed. “I was trying not to get so drunk that I do something dumb that everyone talks about until next year’s Christmas party.” He explained with a shrug of his shoulders. He liked to make people laugh, but he would rather not be laughed at. “I did allow myself a two shot allowance though so if you wanna use one of those then I’ll definitely do a shot with you.”

“Smart thinkin’ there, Ry. These damn loud mouths can be drowning in champagne, drunk off their asses, but god forbid someone does anything embarrassing. They store that shit in their heads.” Santana knew it to be a fact from personal experience. Last year, she tripped on her shoe laces and nearly fell on her face. This year, she was sure it’s been brought up at least five times by different people. It was torture, really. “Only two shots? Damn, are you feeling okay?” She teased him. “I’m down, though. What kind’a shots?”

It wasn’t until Finn arrived to this party that he realized how many people he didn’t know or hadn’t even met before, and it was a lot more difficult to find someone to mingle with than he thought. Of course he knew that Buzz Entertainment was a huge company, but seeing the size of this party, he knew that he had only encountered a fraction of what was happening in this company. As he walked around the room, he was met by a waiter handing out champagne glasses, and without thinking, he took two. Why did he need two? As he stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, his hands occupied with holding champagne glasses, he spotted his roommate. With a grin on his face, he walked over to her, sliding to her side. “A drink?” @sxnlopez·

Santana was not the one to miss a party hosted by Buzz Entertainment. She knew the food would be catered by some of the best restaurants in town, the higher ups would be free to mingle with, and best of all the alcohol would be free. Though, the downfall of such important events meant having to be around quite a lot of strangers. Sometimes Santana forgot just how many employees worked for Buzz Entertainment. When she spotted Finn, however, she felt a sense of relief. Sure, she was still annoyed at him but at least she wouldn’t have to endure another boring conversation about the weather or the news. She had to fight off the grin threatening to grow on her lips. “I guess.” She shrugged, reaching to take the champagne flute. “About time you got here. Get stuck in traffic or something?”

Not that it’s Thanksgiving or anything, but I’m grateful for creators who actually want to make videos at the studio during these times because it keeps me busy. One minute by myself and I bum myself out because I’m not with my family this year. So, yeah, glad to be working.

Yeah, yeah, I’m a gift from god himself, whatever, I know. I’ll be expecting my thank-you gift on the counter when I get home.

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