#chat:pacifica

Once the weather got remotely warm, Sharpay could be found poolside at Lava Springs. Thankfully, she had plenty of friends who were members to keep her company, including her second favorite blonde beside herself: Pacifica Northwest. Paz just got her, understood her better than most other people, and she attributed that to being brought up in the same social circle, and probably a little bit to being blonde, too. Somehow, it was a certain way of thinking, of living life. They definitely had more fun than some of the other losers who wound up working at the country club rather than sitting near the pool, namely, some of the people who Sharpay had gone to high school with. Though that no longer included her least favorite transfer student, there were still some no-names who hadn’t gotten out of working there since getting their first minimum-wage job. Maybe it was horrible, but Sharpay knew that Paz would sit and gossip about them all with her, and acknowledging their failure to move on made her feel better about her own career path. “Did I hear you were at that apartment party last weekend?” she asked, raising a teasing brow. If she hadn’t been expected to sit backstage during the show, she likely would’ve been there, too. “At least tell me you brought a flask of top-shelf to make it more bearable.”

The thought of throwing a sleepover for Wendy’s birthday was one that she’d thought about when she was about five, but somehow it felt cool again thanks to one Pacifica Northwest. No one else was really invited besides Paz, but it didn’t matter to Wendy. All she needed was her good friend and her advice to get her through the situation of this round of posts and what it meant for Wendy and her feelings. “You want anything from the fridge, besides the wine? I have chocolate, some ice cream ... totally up to you. I also have pretty much all of the streaming services to keep us occupied.” Wendy wanted to make sure that everything was perfect for their little party, even if it was still just the two of them there. “I’m sorry it’s not much, probably not as great as something at your place would’ve been, but we can do that next time, can’t we?”

Being in the same room as three people Wendy had liked at one point, and maybe even a a bit still, proved to be a more stressful problem than she’d been anticipating. Her mind was all over the place, and it was kind of tempting to just turn around and leave the building. For some reason, though, the doors wouldn’t open when she’d tried to open them from the inside, and Wendy was left stuck. There was only one person who was going to tell her exactly how to handle this gigantic mess straight to the point, and she went in search of a particular blonde. Wendy found Pacifica at one of the high-top tables surrounding the bar area, sipping on something as she stared off into the dance floor. “Pacifica! Oh, my goodness, it’s a mess. I haven’t even been here ... I’m not sure what time it is, but it’s a wreck, and the doors won’t open. Do you have any idea how to either leave this place or handle three different people you like in one room, together?”

The only party that could possibly top the one that her friend had thrown just a week before was one professionally organized by a country club. Pacifica knew how to entertain probably better than any one singular person on the island, or, at least, any of the ones who Wendy knew (though that wasn't quite as big of a feat). It was no surprise that she would be present at the party her own country club was throwing, to which Wendy couldn't say she had the same claim to until she made the compulsory donation.

With absolutely no plans to kiss anyone at midnight, it was high time Wendy explained the full story of why to her friend, especially after discovering that she was better friends with Phil than Wendy thought she was. "This party has absolutely nothing on yours," she told Pacifica in greeting as she found her finally. "Though I am still glad to see you here. It must be nice to just get to attend a party instead of having any stress of hosting. And, I must say, the guest lists are nearly identical, with the exception of everyone's parents being here, too," Wendy pointed out, in an attempt to perhaps drop the name of a certain tall gentleman.

"Hm?" Angelique hummed, looking up from her phone before she even realized what the younger girl was asking. "Oh, of course! There's going to be way too much cake for me to eat alone." With the Hopper wedding on a tight schedule, one that she couldn't allow even the smallest of slip-ups to occur without her head being on the chopping block, that much had been made clear. Angelique wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, but the attention to detail and level of precision that had been demanded was making her more nervous than she ever had been for a job before. "I actually wanted your opinion on the design of it, anyway. There are so many options, and it's such a big point for a photo, no?" With her planning notebook still open, Angelique scribbled something in the margin before snapping it shut. "Plus, I think my ex will be there," she added, giving Pacifica a wink. "Have I told you about him?" @selfcenter

Though she knew that the blonde definitely could've found somewhere more sophisticated to be tonight, she appreciated that she came through to her friends' party. The engagement party that they'd both attended was most definitely more of Pacifica's speed, but it seemed that she was having a fine enough time so far. "No, no, I'm sorry, I just needed a minute," she assured her. Though she wanted to continue to hide in the comfort of her friends' room, she couldn't leave Pacifica again. "I'll be okay. Alcohol may speed up the process, though," she suggested, raising a suggestive brow at her friend. Wendy hardly even let her answer before she was pulling her toward the kitchen. "I mean, I don't really like to get that drunk, but what's the harm, right? It's not like I'm going to be driving home, or anything." Though her car sat outside, Wendy was sure she could ask her parents to pick she and her siblings up, or find room on the sofa. @selfcenter

Wendy had thought that her friend would be far too selective in who she spent her time with to sign up for a blind date, but, surely enough, her name had been on the mailing list. She knew that this could go one of two ways with Pacifica: either she had gotten along remarkably well with the person she’d been paired with, or had decided upon arrival that they simply weren’t worth her time. Somehow, the blonde had chosen the former with Wendy, and the two had even become somewhat of friends since meeting randomly one day in the same cafe they sat in now. “So, tell me, who did you get paired with?” she asked as her tea was finally brought over. “Mine was so sweet, Ariel was their name? I had never seen them around before, but it was so lovely to meet someone new. It was more like a friend date, though, than a romantic one.” Wendy took a sip from her teacup, raising her brow at her friend. “What about you, anyone interesting?”

Fred was not going to miss the early 2000's night at karaoke, for sure. If he wasn't able to belt out Britney Spears and live his best life then he didn't want it. He just so happened to be able to live out his dream for the night and afterwards he headed to the bar to grab a drink, despite probably having a few too many already. When he walked up he leaned against the bar while he waited for the bartender but caught scent of a way too familiar perfume. Looking to his left he sees none other than Pacifica and his heart stops for a moment. It was like all time froze and all he could see was her. A drink was long forgotten despite his rather dry mouth. After things began to slowly move around him again he opened his mouth to say, "Pacifica!" He offered her an awkward smile. "It's, uh, it's been a while since we last spoke." He rubbed the back of his neck and the once forgotten drink came back to mind as Fred thought to offer to buy hers. "Were you getting a drink? Next one's on me."