STATUS: closed LOCATION: the beach DATE/TIME: saturday evening

           “If you’ve come to steal my pizza.. think again,” she mutters somewhat bitterly once she realises it’s none other than Benjamin Holder. Of course, she was just as relieved, considering it was about time she ran into someone that was happy to see her. Shrugging her cardigan around her shoulders a little tighter, she gestures with a nod of her head over to the empty spot on the blanket she was situated on, pizza boxes stacked between them. Opening one of them, she takes a slice; it was still relatively warm, which was a surprise considering how much it’d cooled down once the sun disappeared. Offering him something of a smile, she shrugs, “I guess I can spare a slice or two.”

STATUS: closed LOCATION: a secluded spot in the fisherman’s wharf DATE/TIME: circa summer 2014

          The Summer festival down by the Fisherman’s Wharf was always a massive hit in Mystic; an event she never wanted to miss, especially since it was basically family tradition. Her mom and dad had always been crazy about summer events; so much so, it lured her back any chance she got to escape from New York. Now that her shows were all complete back in New York, she had time to spare, which rendered her on the first bus back to her home town. The festival itself was exciting, and getting to see her parents and sister again after so many months was practically a treat. They had all been unable to attend her latest rendition of Romeo and Juliet, and whilst it made her sad, it also made her feel incredibly excited to be back and see them all again. Including that of all her friends. But, after a while, things had gotten a little tiring and overwhelming, the sun had begun to set.. and Yas  was in need of a little break and escape to her favorite secluded spot — only the best place to watch the sun set, in her opinion. 

       Feeling a sense of calm wash over her as she approached the wharf, she felt stunted the instant she spotted someone else sitting there. On her spot. She’d only been gone ten months.. who could’ve possibly decided that this was their place to hang? Feelings of annoyance and frustration wash over her as she approaches them, and without hesitation, confidently slips her slides off and sits on the wharf’s edge.. her edge. Not to mention, it was none other than the devil’s spawn that was Benjamin Holder. Of freakin’ course. She’d spotted him there once or twice last summer, the two having swum in the same area once or twice. Not enough to actually interact though. However, nothing was going to stop her from getting her spot back, even if it meant having to talk to him to get him to move. “Is this place suddenly good enough for a Holder?” 

STATUS: closed LOCATION: somewhere by the beach bar DATE/TIME: late into saturday evening 

          “If it isn’t my BIG brother, Ben!” At this point, it was a clear indication that Will was definitely well into being intoxicated. He hadn’t genuinely smiled at his brother since he was a kid.. but with his drunken stupor, and their recent developments in being able to carry a conversation that was more than simply a grunt or two, William felt all too comfortable in greeting Benjamin, reaching out to grab his hand to shake. Again way too confident. “It’s good to see you. Tell me you haven’t got plans after this?”

       “So, tell me,” she settles in to one of the diner chairs with ease, seemingly more relaxed at this time of night with Ben near. Working late at the diner hadn’t been what she’d anticipated, but when her mother asked her to look over paperwork, she simply couldn’t refuse. And Yasmin being Yasmin, she had to get it done that night, or that was it. The unexpected visit from an old... well, connection, was likely a blessing in disguise for her — a break was very much needed. “What have I missed in this town? In the life of Benjamin Holder, one day mayor,” a winsome smile appearing upon her features. 

        "I’m onto you, Benjamin Holder.” If only he had a middle name, at least one she was aware of, so she could use the full length of his name against him. However, this felt suffice. Leaning against a nearby marble column, Cam tilts her head some, studying him. “You’re not fooling anyone.. we know you dressed as your asshole self,” she teases, a grin growing as she takes a sip of the crimson liquid in her hands. “And I also know you’re here to try and win that damn car.. but you’re too late. The car’s mine.” 

       “Alright, lay it on me Holder..” Cam throws her purse onto the counter, taking hold of Ben’s beer bottle, helping herself to a swig as she climbs into the stool beside him. “Who’re we bitching about tonight? —And before you ask why I’m late, your friend Forrest threw my whole day out of whack.” Truth be told, it wasn’t really Forrest’s fault that she’d been so delayed with her deliveries but, she liked to tease him from the sidelines. And blame him unnecessarily. And hell, she needed an excuse other than stating she was a complete workaholic as of late. Spring was her busiest time of year, and with wedding season coming up, things were insane. “Are we ordering another round?” 

       “And like I was saying, I think I have a good ass for a tattoo.. I’ve managed to convince my friend, Warren. We’re getting butt tattoos — tonight! Can you believe it?!” Who in the hell she was talking to at this point was beyond her, but she was drunk enough to be the greatest social butterfly; of course, she was escaping any and all reminders of her age and simply immersing herself in being drunk and young, if only for a night. “And—oh my god..” Her gaze lands on none other than Ben Holder weaving his way through the crowd, a bright grin lighting up the entire of her features when she catches his gaze. “My favourite human! You’re here!” And wildly enough, in a rare sight of affection towards the eldest Holder sibling, she finds herself throwing her arms around him to pull him into a hug. “You came at the best time! I’m getting a butt tattoo!”