William Vanderbilt

"Fuck me." Who was making these drinks? @tfrstarters

"Did you get that from this tray?" Tripp pointed to where he knew Nate had lifted the drink from, a faux look of concern on his face. "Dude, I think that belonged to someone else. I just watched them tip Molly into that glass, then get distracted."

"aww, are you sure about that? am i in trouble?"

Oh boy... he was in danger. He backed off a few steps, a nervous laugh escaping him. "One of us is, for sure." Tripp was confident that this was breaking some kind of sibling code. You don't make out with your sister's ex-best friend who ran her out of town and stole her boyfriend; you just don't. And yet. If you've already committed the crime you might as well enjoy yourself, right? "Oh, fuck it." Tripp closed the distance between them again and pulled her back to him.

"Really? Even though it was an accident?" Her thumb swiped his bottom lip trying to remove her lipstick from his lips. "So how many kisses does it take then? Two? Three?"

"I'm not sure you would need to distract me like this if it wasn't a malicious smashing." Tripp grinned at her, his brain doing a full reboot when she wiped her lipstick from his lips. "Unsure... but I'm willing to experiment to find out."

Aaron had hoped that Tripp wouldn't fall for a kiss, but he was a guy after all. "Okay, well, this is going nowhere. Just try not to break anything again." The girl walked away, leaving him with Tripp. "Really, a kiss is enough to break your brain?"

Tripp didn't even try to hide the pout as the girl was shooed away by Aaron. "My only regret is that she didn't shatter me on the ground." He stared longingly after her for a moment before finally redirecting his attention. "We can't all have steel willpower, Aaron."

Lisbeth smirked up at him. "Oh no? I am a really good kisser, and you are okay. I think we can trick that brain into forgetting."

"Okay?" Tripp scoffed, entirely offended. "Okay!? No, unacceptable. The vase distracted me, try again."

"Shit, sorry. Bad habit... Forgive me anyway?"

"I don't know... That vase was really important to me."

"Well, fuck...," Tessa said as she pulled back, wondering what exactly had possessed her in the panic of the shattered vase to kiss him. She must have caught the hot tub fever. The flamingo madness. It was a good kiss, though. "I guess I have to hit you over the head with a frying pan instead. Where's the kitchen again?"

"That good, huh?" He couldn't stop the laugh from escaping him at her look of utter bewilderment, clearly not having actively decided to kiss him. "I guess that would be the best alternative. Down the hall, end of the hall on your left. However, you're more than welcome to attempt your first theory again."

Robbie was dropping by the Hamptons on business. Lawrence Huntzberger had been a longtime client and Robbie had never known him to be patient. Still, he could afford a little distraction. "Oh, I wouldn't believe that for a minute-," he interrupted with a wide grin. "Tripp Vanderbilt folds like a lawn chair for a pretty face."

Upon hearing Robbie's voice, Tripp's expression lit up and a grin spread across his face. Whoever had been kissing him was swiftly forgotten as he turned to greet his friend. "Robbie!" He threw his arms out and pulled him into a hug. "Where the hell have you been?"

Theo wasn't sure how one thing had led to another over by the couple and the broken ceramic, but he wagered he could break some tat himself to find out. His actions would have made any kitten proud as he purposely tipped a particularly shiny glass bowl over the edge, watching for Tripp's reaction as it split into hundreds of glittering pieces at his feet. "What's my prize?" Even if it was a rightful fist across his face, he was sure it would be worth it.

Tripp flinched as the glass bowl shattered on the ground and he turned to narrow his eyes at Theo Hart. Even with his glare, there was still a look of amusement glinting in his eyes. When it really came down to it, why would Tripp care about anything his parents owned? Much to the dismay of the person in front of him, he disentangled himself from them and approached Theo. "A prize? I'm pretty sure your ass is always more inclined to look for a punishment."

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?"

Fucking hell. Tripp's brain short-circuited at the implication of Zeke's question, and it took him a few moments to reconfigure it. The second he had pulled himself together, though, his charming smile was right back on his lips. "Bold of you to assume I'm so easily seduced." It was no secret that he was. "Did you miss the part where I said this was an antique?"

as soon as gabriela entered her name into the pick, she regretted it. she didn't like not knowing something that was going on, it automatically got her red alert for trouble. picking up the key to the room, gabriela had made her way to the suite and let herself into the room. she had been the first to arrive and had taken to wandering around to see what was on offer. champagne. snacks. games.

"And I'll be praying to any deity that will listen to thank them for the privilege." Tripp had always been a charmer–an asset to his future career, some might say–and he never missed an opportunity to bring a smile to someone's face. It was true that he, himself, also loved attention, but there was nothing quite like complimenting someone and seeing their face light up. "Oh please! I am but a mere mortal and you are the sun." He spoke dramatically with a hand on his chest, deliberately being quite ridiculous.

"one can only hope, there's never a minute of the day this thing isn't a pain in my existence." he continued typing like a madman "i'm always working, it's the downside of my life. my cousin gets all the fun and i get all the paperwork."

"Think you got the short end of the stick there." It was honestly giving Tripp heart palpitations watching him; he was one stern look from his grandfather away from being exactly like him. "Chuck doesn't deserve all the fun. I understand not trusting him with the paperwork, but maybe a silenced phone for an hour would do you some good."

"This one, Tripp. Now get to work. Before I find all the worst pictures of you I have and post them on my Instagram."

"Jules, be real." He scoffed, taking the stupid clip. "My worst pictures are better than a normal man's headshots." The clip was in her hair–there was no denying that–but did it look good? Questionable. "Something wrong with your own hands? Couldn't do that yourself?"