Zeke Lopez

"Mm... That's- No, that's really interesting. What was the secret ingredient again?" Jesse was using every ounce of his willpower not to make a face as he tried the drink they'd been kind enough to make them. If he lived through this party, it might just be a miracle now. @tfrstarters

Zeke had just left Tripp in his room. They had a fun time, but there was a whole party full of hotties to make time with. Plus, a big part of him was holding out that he would be seeing Caitlyn tonight. He found Jesse cornered at one of the bars, he had to save him. "I am so sorry to interrupt, but the hostess with the mostess has sent me to find her bestie. Emergency only he can handle."

He pulled back just a little, "Okay, you can't just kiss me to make me forget you broke my family's antique vase." Actually, they could. They definitely could.

Zeke had gotten too drunk already. It was a long week for him, and he needed it. He had been on his way to the bathroom when he tripped, breaking the vase. Kissing seemed the best way to make Trip forget about the vase. "Who said I was only kissing you?"

Caitlyn knew exactly where Zeke was, making sure to check his Instagram before she decided to show up. She knew that he'd been having his fun - fine, whatever. As far as anyone knew, so had she. Jealousy wasn't anything new for them and usually, she'd welcome it. If there was one thing she never doubted, never overthought or worried about, it was Zeke. It was them, together.

Zeke had expected a lot from Caitlyn; it had been months since they had properly seen each other. A few heated texts and sly Instagram stalking had happened, but nothing in person. He had thought Caitlyn would get jealous to see him with whatever her name was. But instead, she had cut right through him, pretending not to care.

"drop me the address and i'll round up my crowd to come along. good, because these people are boring as hell, i'd like to think you're more fun than that"

"Sounds good, man, I will text it to you. Oh come on, I am definitely a lot more fun than these people. I will have to remind you of that tonight."

"Tell me about it," Sam sighed, taking a long suffering sip of ginger ale before looking back at Zeke. "I feel like my Grandpa Watts in this thing. I must look a lot like him too, 'cause Mrs Fitzherbert has been eyeing me up like I'm next on her hit list. Do me a favour? Fake a major emergency if she comes over here again. I'll owe you one forsure."

Zeke smiled at Sam, glad to have someone else his own age to complain with. "I will definitely help you out, but if she tries it on me, I will have to sell you out. I think she might actually think she has a chance with someone our age."

Zach couldn't think of a worse way to spend his night than at this snore-fuckin'-fest. His mom had insisted, though and whatever Niamh Tamaki wanted, she'd get. He was tugging at his own shirt when he overheard Zeke Lopez. Well, suddenly the night wasn't so dire after all. Zach had a quick sweep of the room with his eyes, looking out for any sign of Caitlyn Coates (Zach wasn't super keen on dying tonight, y'know). Satisfied, he finally made his way over to Zeke.

Zeke hadn't seen Zach much since they had their fun at the Winter Ball. Most people hadn't enjoyed the end of that night, but he certainly had. Seeing as Caitlyn had yet to reappear and reclaim him, he was free to proceed to do whatever it was that he wanted.

"I think you could get away with loosening the tie without causing too much of a stir," Nick offered, appearing at Zeke's side with his hip flask in tow. "Here, have a drink. There's not a lot of fun to be had at these schmooze fests, I'm afraid. Not unless you're looking to become Mrs Fitzherbert's fourth husband," he joked before flashing a dazzling grin. "Speaking of, where is your charming other half this evening?"

"Maybe, but I might also get a death glare from my 'boss'." Zeke smiled, taking the flask. The bar wouldn't serve him under direct orders from Mr. Hunter, he was sure. "Thanks, I need it if I am going to be stuck here. Unfortunately for Mrs. Fitzherbert, my hand is already spoken for. As well as several other body parts." Zeke winked as he took a swig from the flask before handing it back over. "Having a much better time than I am right now, pretending I don't exist, I am sure."

"well shit man, count me in. where's it at?"

"I was hoping you would say that. I am renting a penthouse. I can send you the address. Don't worry, most of these people are not invited."

"I'll try not to take that personally," he grinned, taking a seat on the bench so he could re-hydrate. "Is there someone specific you have in mind you're trying to impress?"

"Think of it as me protecting you. You have met Cait before, right? Plus, I am scared of Juliette Vanderbilt." Zeke was sure neither of them would care, mostly just teasing. "Any and everyone." He sat down on the bench.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry, man. There is nothing worse than a parent that won't take the hint. Maybe I can talk to my mom who can make my dad revoke your dad's building access. He can never say no to her," he smiled to himself. Logan laughed at that, surprising himself. "That is a really good point. Worst sign ever for your relationship, right? Speaking of... where's Cait? I, uh, I dunno. Something about me being more serious."

"Yeah, especially about a secret separation. If anyone gets to the unreasonable one, I think I do. It's fine, I can just keep skipping work. Not like I want to be there anyway. I think responsible Zeke is dead." Zeke shrugged; it had been short-lived, but he had actually tried. "I can't imagine many being worse than that." He laughed, shaking his head. "Not sure, not here or the city. I asked her if she wanted to hang out, but no response. Being serious? Don't go getting old on us."