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Yes it was the masquerade ball but that wasn’t going to stop him from getting Hyphy. He fixed his mask before requesting an E-40 song, it was a ball but he didn’t give a fuck about dancing slow. Once the song came on he smiled. “Shiiiiit its Uncle Earls Birthday today.” He smiled as he stuck his tongue out, he wasn’t really caring about who was around him
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down the rabbit hole// bradley and tessa.
It felt like the time when she was twelve years old, hair in plaits and neon scrunchies, the circle of the Eucharist resting on her tongue as her grandmother had taken her, for the first time, to church. Like the moon inside her mouth, it had felt too large to sit on the tip of the tongue -- that somehow the metaphorical value she was supposed to assign to this circle of bread was too large for her head to comprehend. They had come in an envelope, looped writing and a crimson kiss, the red square sitting on the centre of her tongue as red beneath blue beneath sun-kissed white began bubble with anticipation. “What if I don’t like it?” She had asked Bradley, moments previous, an attempt at a smile and a muttered ‘you will’ passed her way as the ‘it’ in question was pressed into the palm of her hand. Harmless, the size of a starburst, and no harm had ever come from eating one of those. An irrational, edge-of-the-seat zestful adrenaline seemed to animate her every gesture as at last she swallowed the tab down, eyes, lids lined with a streak of shimmering glitter, stardust plucked right from the stratosphere, screwed shut, her lips pursed into a hardened line. “Bruce Almighty, I’ve gone full on rogue, haven’t I?” The question left her lips as something of a laugh, bright glee lighting a super moon grin. ”I’m absolutely wild. A Grade-A junkie. What would Emilie think?” What would she think -- had the person she was a year ago encountered the stranger that now existed in the same cherry cola, star-spangled case. [ @bradleymilligan ]
As expected -partially- the ball was a bore. Nothing seemed to be happening. At least nothing fun. And she was in the mood for fun, blame it on the many glasses of champagne she had. A sigh leaving her lips, her head shot in the direction of the person standing beside her, like she just had the most brilliant idea of her entire life. “Let’s play a game! Truth or dare, spin the bottle, just something to spice things up around here! Are you up for this?”
Piper transferred to Atticus a few days ago, just in time to hear about a masquerade ball. She figured it’d be something fun to get to know the people she’d be spending the next year or two with. Her dress was navy blue at the top and ombréd into white. The sleeves were short and it had a close-to-the-neck neck line. Her heels were also navy blue, but she decided to go with a gold mask to tie everything together. There was a big crowd of people, but Piper decided it was best to get liquid courage before she started introducing herself. The tall blonde, stood, leaning on the bar, with a drink in hand, her eyes scanning the room for someone she’d feel would ease her into the atmosphere of Atticus.
Tyler hadn't found Harleen yet, which wasn't entirely bad. The thought he'd have to stay handcuffed to her for the whole wasn't entirely pleasing. And while he'd rather not have his secret exposed for the world to see, he found no reason to be in a hurry to search his forced date. Barely paying attenting at his surroundings, being too lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the girl that was standing in his way. After a small collision, Tyler could only see the liquid in his glass flying in her direction, helpless as it spilled on her. "Fuck I'm... I'm sorry! Let me help you with that!"
@ella-reddington
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The sip of champagne Maddie had just taken almost came out her mouth with an uncontrolable laugh. She never would have guessed it would be so amusing to just spend the night sitting at a table and judging the outfits like she was in a fashion show. And the one she just saw was a funny video material. "Have you seen this dress. It's absolutely disgusting!" She pointed out, finger vaguely pointing in the direction of the girl that was slowly getting engulfed in the crowd. "Nothing compared to us. I really like your dress, Ella, where did you get it?" She asked, a drunken grin still lurking her lips as she turned to face Ella.
@ella-reddington
Churro wasn’t really one for parties... or going out of his house but he wanted to push himself to start getting used to the idea of being around people and not having nervous breakdowns. Churro was walking around to find some water until he had accidentally bumped into someone, he tucked his hair behind his ear before looking at the person nervously. “I-Im sorry. I didn’t mean it- I was just trying to find the water.”
Playing with fire was something he was good at. In many senses of the term. But playing with the zine was something he’d have to think twice about. He already had some experience with it, wouldn’t want to fuck it up once more. But finding Harleen, someone he barely even knew, in a crowded place proved to be harder than he thought. Maybe she was outside, or would find her way outside one day. It was overly hot inside, most people would find the need to cool down a little. And he himself needed a little break. Finding a quiet spot in the garden, he pulled out a cigarette and brought it to his lips. “Fucking zine.” He mumbled before taking a drag. Once again, he’d probably himself down the rabbit hole.
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