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Pre Maude she would have balked at the mention of a party no matter who was hosting it ; the countless stares directed her way and awkward small talk enough to make Lily want to pull an Irish Goodbye and get out. But with Maude it was different, she was different. There was no worrying or anxious fretting, not with her girlfriend by her side supporting her. "Do you really think this dress is okay? I know it's black and it's spring so . . . is it too gloomy?" With their uber scheduled to arrive in five minutes Lily frowned, arms out at her sides and nose wrinkling in doubt. It was a simple dress, tight with spaghetti thin straps, a moderate dip in the neckline combined with a frayed hemline. hopefully plain enough to blend in to the background.

Opportunities like this one didn't come every day. Jordan was aware of that. Hyperaware of it, even. And what perfect timing for this to be announced considering the studio session that Jordan had spent doing exactly zero dancing but rather fucking his dance partner on the floor of the studio. They were itching to get in some solo practice for later in the day, practically power walking towards the sign up sheet to write their name in for a night session, but the sight of Marie in the throng of senior dancers exiting the studio distracted them. "Moreau." They called out, but it doubled as a greeting as they fell into step with her. "Surely you're fucking dying to go to Paris, right? Suffice it to say we're gonna be working overtime to win this shit." It was strange, talking with her casually, but they'd been making an effort to be friendly, so it wasn't just them constantly shifting between being an asshole and ripping her clothes off. Easier said than done sometimes, though. "You good?" They tacked on the vague question instead of asking any of the obvious ones, like are you freaking out, being that you're the only freshman being given an opportunity like this? Or hey, are you still thinking about the other day when I came in you? Jordan had been, of course, but they weren't volunteering that information.

shaking her head, alcohol softening the blunt edges she typically carried, jude couldn’t help but be amused by her friend’s jest. it was short lived though, considering the dagger she’d thrust through her heart as she continued speaking. it was surely evident on jude’s face, even if only for a brief moment, but the words hurt. “wow — i never thought i’d be the one on the receiving end of the ‘we’re just friends’ talk. i feel like a fucking idiot.” signaling to the bartender, she asked for two shots, and then immediately downed them both. “am i crazy then? for reading into this?”

The only person in the world that Rory would wear an actual bikini top for and not a sports bra masquerading as a swimming costume for was currently waiting on the deck, donned in one of the fluffy white robes from the bathroom they'd be sharing for the week. She was waiting and Rory had taken her time, mostly because she'd gotten distracted exploring. The property was gorgeous, one of the best picks in a long time and it made Rory excited to be away from the grime of Los Angeles. Her parents had fled a long time ago, trading the Hollywood Hills for acres of land in Texas where they tended to a farm and pretended they were normal for half the year. At least Rory had the decency to not cosplay farm life... unless they asked her to really nicely. Undoing her robe, she pulled out the bottle of champagne she had stuffed in there, showing off her bikini top and boxer shorts combination as she held the bottle up in victory. "Got the expensive shit they weren't gonna open till the last night. They've seriously gotta stop trusting us to not do high school ass shit like this." She grinned triumphantly as she approached. "After you, m'lady." She bowed dramatically, using her free arm to direct Belinda to the stairs that led down to the hot tub that was waiting for them.

"y'know what?" eyes narrowed as frenchie pointed at him with her free hand, the other still holding her vodka cranberry in a tight grip before she was downing the rest of it. "you're actually really funny. and cute, too! you're always so boring and corny when grant's around, i didn't think you even had a personality."

"all we are doing is talking in circles, i don't know what you want from me."

"Did you fucking see him all over her in there?" Her tone was tinged with disgust, a hiccup thrown in for good measure. What was supposed to be a fun night out at some house party of a friend of a friend evolved into Ellie being a complete mess, drinking way too much because she had seen her ex-boyfriend. With another girl. "How did he move on so fast?" It had already been three months but you couldn't tell by her reaction. Looking over at her best friend, she pouted. "Was she prettier than me?" The thing about Iris was that she'd give it to her straight, no matter what, even if it was something she didn't want to hear. "It's dumb," she said quickly, barely giving the other any chance to react, "I know it's dumb. I'm dumb. He's very dumb." She was drunken rambling at this point but she just couldn't stop. "Trash him with me," she requests, tone half-whining, needed a good ol' fashioned bitch fest at this point. The poor Uber driver had to hear every bit of this conversation as he finally stopped outside her apartment building, giving the pair a sympathetic look as they stumbled out. "Let's just go to bed," she finally declares, holding on to the other though neither were doing a good job at staying upright. "I want to forget all about them."

          "come  on."  she  tilts  her  head,  regarding  him  with  a  wry  smile.  "you  want my  help  or  not  ?" // 🍓 ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊ @musingmixtape !