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it had been a few weeks since tristan last saw maribel . the male had been staying away from any of his families odd dinners they'd throw . inviting all the investors and people that would put in donations to their business . he 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 understood his grandfather . . . throwing these weird rich people parties and inviting everyone , ( including people he didn't even l i k e . ) that being said , tristan was pretty 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 from his family . as much as his family wished that weren't the case . that being said , he hadn't seen maribel nearly as much as he did due to missing a chunk of those dinner parties . ⏤ exiting the coffee shop , tristan popped out on the new york streets . holding his coffee in his hand . it was that time of day . a double shot espresso to keep him spinning , as usual . as if 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 , there she was . ❛ maribel , ❜ he spoke up , trying to get her attention . ❛ it's been a minute . ❜ the brunette continued as he got the girls attention . ❛ how've you been doing ? or should we find somewhere more private to talk ? wouldn't want any pictures to be taken out of context . your family might shun you for it . ❜ it was a joke . . . sort of .

"  so  what's  the  final  score  then  ?  "  casual  yet  hint  of judgement  evident  in  her  voice  ,  she  looks  over  to  her sister  from  her  phone.  borrowed  pair  of  sweatpants  underneath rolled  up  mini  dress  ,  she  waits  for  her  sister  to  be ready.  the  nightlife  of  los  angeles  would  wait  for  them  , she  was  in  no  rush.  secret  tiny  voice  in  the  back  of  her mind  wishes  for  them  to  stay  in  ,  but  after  the  chaos  their  father  had  gotten  into  (  some  very  poorly  worded  tweets  that  she  knew  their  pr  manager  had  not  signed  off  on  )  ,  she wanted  to  redirect  some  of  the  attention  or  at  the  very least  show  that  they  were  continuing  to  live  life  as  normal despite  their  father's  wrongdoings.  "  how  many  people  did  you sleep  with  ?  "

waking up in luca’s bed hadn’t been a rare occurrence for the brunette whatsoever. there was no substance to the two of them, no feelings, nothing other than each other’s favorite booty calls. so when she woke up and saw that he wasn’t there, she hadn’t been surprised. she had often been the one to leave before he woke, but she must’ve been too drunk to drag herself out of the bed. hearing shuffling coming from the living room, groggy groan leaves her throat as she grabs a half-full glass of warm tequila from the nightstand that had been sitting there since last night. “luca?” she calls out, robe tying around herself a bit tigther, eyes widening slightly when she saw his sister standing there. “oh shit..hi, i didn’t hear anyone coming in.”

LAUREN: tell me when you're free

     ❝  i  wouldn’t  go  in  there  if  i  were  you.  just  walked  in  on  two  people  doing  a  lot  more  than  actually  using  the  bathroom…  ❞

face scrunching into a grimace as she choked down the shot. “ ugh, this tastes like lighter fluid. why has everyone been ranting and raving about russian vodka ? ” @rcdliips​

𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑  𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟  𝑓𝑜𝑟  @rcdliips​​​

feeling  a  little  more  loose  now  that  he’d  been  drinking  ,  cassidy  downing  the  last  of  the  little  flute  glass  half  full  of  champagne  .  clearly  in  his  own  vibe  ,  cassidy  was  bobbing  to  the  current  song  playing  before  stepping  backwards  and  bumping  into  someone  .  turning  ,  he  put  his  hand  out  and  touched  her  arm  ,  more  so  to  balance  himself  but  also  because  he  was  sorry  .   “   my  bad  ,  you   good  ?   “   he  asked  ,   “   here  ,  i’ll  get  you  one  of  these  little  flute  things  as  an  apology  .  they’re  actually  fucking  great  .  all  we  fucking  need  is  orange  juice  .   “