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thebabyheath:

“I mean it’s also like 10 in the morning Aaliyah, I have some class. Lunch is a much more appropriate time to call it quits on being sober,” she jested though it wouldn’t be the first time she started earlier in the day. Contrary to her parents’ beliefs, boarding school didn’t make her more sober. It just taught her how to become an expert at hiding her true self and her ‘extracurricular’ activities. “Anytime, beautiful!” she crooned, though her face twisted into disgust as the realization settled in. “ Oh god. Is that what my brother sounded like? Well let it be known that my compliments are far more genuine and you’re sober enough to truly hear it.”

“Yeah but those people aren’t real. I mean like they’re real but I’m never meeting them. I’m never going to be able to observe them and learn from them the way I’d be able to learn from you. I prefer to have more…tangible mentors.” Tangible as in alive too she added in her head. “So why law?” she asked to deflect away from Aaliyah’s question. The one thing boarding school did right was allowing her to learn a plethora of classes without being confined into a major. Now that she was back, Ava had not really chosen one and she dreaded having to do so. She wasn’t exactly the genius her parents had expected and she knew she had no interest in their line of work.

“Oh, Ava honey.” Aaliyah offers the girl a faux sad smile. “You can’t start your day right without a morning blunt. Half a blunt to get you started, then come home and smoke the other half as a reward for getting through the day.” She smiles brightly, proudly, as if she had offered a room of mathematicians the easiest solve to a conundrum. Aaliyah watches in amusement as Ava’s expression changes suddenly. “Don’t worry, I tuned your brother out when he was talking half of the time anyway so you’re already doing better than him.”

Aaliyah nods thoughtfully. “That’s fair,” she points the cap of her highlighter at Ava. “alright, guess I’m your mentor now. Get ready for the ride of your life.” She’s only half serious, Aaliyah has no real intentions of teaching Ava or anyone how she keeps her life so perfectly balanced. She’s careless, yeah, but destroying Remi was lesson enough that not everyone was built for her lifestyle. “Honestly?” she sighs, closing her binder because she’s lost all interest in doing her work. Typical. “I was an annoying kid who wanted to be just like her hero,” she answers simply, offering a small shrug in accompaniment. “grandpa was heavily involved in the civil rights movement, and I think I kind of just loved that about him? Text books will tell you that racism and discrimination is dead, but it’s not, there’s a change I can make I guess. It’s a positive way to channel all my anger.” Aaliyah sniffs, tapping the highlighter against the table as she lets her words settle. “Don’t tell anyone I actually give a fuck about shit, okay? People gonna’ get the wrong idea and start tryna talk to me ‘bout they feelings and shit.”

#( interaction: ava 'the sibling'. )

teamrnate:

he clenches his jaw in annoyance. of course this wasn’t going to be easy, when was it ever. he expected to be rejected but it still stung a little bit as his rapid heartbeat in anticipation of her answer dropped too suddenly. it wasn’t a pleasant feeling, just like it wasn’t a pleasant feeling to be forced into doing this in the first place. sucking in another harsh breath, he turned to follow her, keeping some distance in between them. ‘ you look like the right girl, ’ he successfully says without cringing.

‘ aaliyah right ? ’ he tries a different approach, ‘ i’ve heard a lot about you — civil do-gooder by day, party girl by night. that kind of duality is … quite impressive. i respect that. ’ daniel hopes the underlying flattery is enough to catch her attention. ‘ so, let me buy you a drink. no strings attached. ’

He makes a second attempt, and she’s just as reluctant as she was the first time around. Aaliyah sucks in a breath, eyes narrowed as she looks him up and down. It’s weird and unsettling having him in her space, the Daniel Koo, the Joker to Remi’s Batman. Or, is Remi really the villain in their story? Shit, knowing Heath that was probably the case. “Good for you, I guess.” she shrugs, being impressed by her reputation still wasn’t a good enough reason to pretend that she felt like making friends tonight. “And if I don’t want a drink?” There’s a pause and then a sigh because even to her that sounded unconvincing. She always wants a drink, that’s her whole reputation. “Alright,” she gives in, only because he clearly wants something all of sudden seeing as he’s never made an effort to talk to her before. Might as well let him get whatever he needs to say off his chest fast. “black & tonic, and keep the small talk minimal.”

#( interaction: daniel 'the teammate' koo. )

thebabyheath:

Ava’s eyes ran up and down the girl’s face. She looked exactly like Aaliyah except more put together. She of all people should know how looks can be deceiving yet she had a really hard time shaking the feeling that Aaliyah was two different people. “Oh my god…am I high?!” she gasped, only half joking. “I have to be to think you have a twin or I’m so high and can’t tell you apart from your twin.” She brought her drink to her lips to buy herself time to really soak in the information that was just given to her.

“I mean you look just as amazing in a blazer as you do in tight jeans. Don’t let anyone tell you that you look boring! Just different….a good different, I swear.” She couldn’t help but take another long sip because she felt guilty that she essentially told Aaliyah she couldn’t be smart and a party girl. It’s just Ava never knew that was possible. Remi made it seem like you could only have one or the other. “So, my new hero and role model in life, what is the sober and well adjusted to society Aaliyah like? ‘Cause to me she looks like she can make Wall Street beg on its knees for mercy.”

“Well, if you are high you’re fake for not smoking with me.” Aaliyah shrugs, hoping her humor would ease away any of the lingering awkwardness. If Ava was at all embarrassed by her little mix up she wasn’t showing it, and Aaliyah appreciated that. “Oh, I know.” she answers with a smile, tone confident and sure even if she is joking. Aaliyah knows she looks good, whether she’s in a blouse and pencil skirt or a mini-dress. “But thanks.” Aaliyah leans back in her seat, fingers playing with the cap of her yellow highlighter. It’s an annoying habit, a need to always be doing something. Like the desire to deflect everything with a joke. Aaliyah snickers, shaking her head at Ava. “I dunno’ about all of that role model shit. Might wanna save that spot for the real important people, like Malcolm X, Marsha Johnson.... Beyoncé. But uh...adjusted me’s not much different, still loud, still opinionated, still over it.” she shrugs. “Nah, no one can make old white men beg for mercy, they’re too undeservedly entitled. But I’ll sure as hell argue a couple of people into the ground. What do you study?” she asks, realizing then that she knew absolutely nothing about Ava outside of what Remi mentioned. And he mentioned so little. Weird.

#( interaction: ava 'the sibling'. )

teamrnate:

starter for @aaliyahmorg

his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles turning white and fingertips turning pink with the tension. why, why did he feel compelled to do this again ? daniel koo didn’t take orders from someone he doesn’t respect, and this anonymous fuck-face who needs to learn to keep to themselves was so far on the other side of the spectrum in danny’s books. so again, why ? maybe it’s because deep down, daniel fears what they know the same way he fears what remi could have done to him if he was ever out of line. remi heath’s death was supposed to mean freedom from that underlying fear, but apparently someone else has made it their job to keep that fire smoldering.

danny leaned forward again to look out of the windshield of his car and up at the neon light of the bar against the night sky. ugh. he got out and shifted his leather jacket straight ( a detail he decided would help him fit in better ) before making his way inside. it was dark and loud and, from the way his feet moved on the floor, sticky. fantastic, he thought, just act natural. daniel stalked up to the bar and ordered a beer, taking time in between to look around the room. according to the girl’s instagram story ( which danny had been closely monitoring ) she would be here. and here she was, in all her glory. he acted quickly, walking over and slapping on a daring smirk as he neared. ‘ you look like you want a drink, and i look like someone who wants to buy you one. ’

Billiards is a staple at Barney’s, every few nights the regulars crowd around one of the tables in the back of the bar and place bets. When she first moves here she doesn’t think she’d find herself lumped in the “regulars”, bars too often inhabited with men going through midlife crises and fraternity douchebags. Bars attract lames, and in hindsight she’s kind of right. Barney’s isn’t much different for the most part, but she learns quickly that the owner’s got a side hustle and the crowd that attracts is way more her speed. So she’s here, every few nights like the rest, beating men out of their hard earned pay checks as she waits for a text from one of her newer, more interesting friends. A couple of the guys with her laugh and cheer her on as her opponent produced his wallet to pay her what’s owed.

“This has been fun guys, but I’ma grab a drink.” she excuses herself, placing the pool stick in the hands of one of the guys in the group before leaving them. Her phones in her hands only seconds later, and she can’t fight the disappointment when she sees that none of her unread texts are from Caesar. He’ll come through though, he always does. That’s when she hears it, the male voice she doesn’t recognize saying the one thing she’s too used to hearing. Aaliyah looks up and over her shoulder, the disinterest already on her face melting into mild confusion. “Nah, you look like you’ve got the wrong girl.” Daniel Koo is a name and a face that she knows, barely. “The broke desperate ones are over there though.” she points to a group of drunk girls on the other side of the bar.

#( interaction: daniel 'the teammate' koo. )

thebabyheath:

“Yeah, your sister Aaliyah. Met her at a party at the beginning of the school year. Remi introduced us. She didn’t mention she had a sibling though.” Ava couldn’t help but notice some similar mannerisms between the girl in front of her and the girl she met at the party. She wondered if they ever switched spot in class like twins do in the movies. There could be no way that they weren’t twins. Ava wasn’t sure how to handle the revelation that the girl in front of her could in fact be the same person as Aaliyah.

She slowly shook her head as she replayed every interaction she had with Aaliyah. Whenever Remi brought up her name it was always attached to some fun, wild night not some…studious coffee date. It was as if the girl in front of her was the sun and Aaliyah was the moon. Vastly different but both exist in the same sky just in their own way. “No, I don’t think so. I feel like I would have remembered…what was the last party you went to…I mean if you party, I don’t want to assume…”

Realization hits her like a ton of bricks. Ava, for whatever reason, must think she’s two entirely different people. Aaliyah can’t say she blames the other girl. All of Ava’s information about her comes from Remi Heath, a boy who had once jokingly accused her of blackmailing her professors into giving her near perfect grades. Aaliyah’s ability to balance an excellent academic presence with an avid social life and party girl reputation is a bewildering thing, even to herself at times. Though, she knows how she’s managing, even if she won’t share that information with others. Aaliyah is used to the confusion, the shock and the disbelief that comes with it all. But mistaking her for a secret twin sister is certainly a new and interesting route.

Aaliyah finds herself biting her lip, trying to stop the grin that’s forming on her face because this is hilarious. She’s almost tempted to take the twin sister thing and run with it, but that requires commitment and interest. Aaliyah’s got neither. “Wow,” she cocks her head to the side. “put a girl in a blazer and suddenly people can’t recognize her.” Aaliyah jokes, because what else is there to do? “It’s me, Ava. Aaliyah. Just yanno’ sober and boring and well adjusted to society.”

#( if her attention span wasnt absolute shit her twin sister name would have been brandy )#( interaction: ava 'the sibling'. )

camilamcrrone

#( MUSINGS. )

primcsuspect:

The words exchanged between himself and Aaliyah Morgan were few and far between. Locations, doses, pickup-times – this was the language they spoke in. There hardly was need for any other conversation, never any need for him to ask how she was, or if her classes were alright, and other nonsense of that nature. (He just needed to know if she was paying cash or bitcoin.) His contact with her had been strictly business, until tonight. JR supposed getting taken in for questioning for something you didn’t do could form a sort of camaraderie in an instant.

JR’s eyes dart towards her, brows pulling together, the corner of his lips turning up a bit in bemusement as he decides to humor her question, “Feel what?” There was a spark, she tells him, voice suddenly soft, a gentle dreaminess overcoming her tone. He nods slowly, eyes narrowed, if only to give acknowledgement – but that certainly didn’t mean he felt a damn thing. “Woman–” he chides, before a chuckle falls from his lips, “Don’t play with me like that, I was getting deja vu. The bad kind.” He shakes his head, gaze returning to her just in time for the joint to be passed to him. Letting it rest between his fingers, JR takes a pull of his own, smoke curling from his lips as he plays along, “Even murderers got standards.” He passes it back, a hand reaching down to the lever beside his seat to recline it further. “Chivalry ain’t dead. It just takes a lil’ nap sometimes. But…don’t go advertizing that, I’ve got a rep to protect out here, y’know?”

Aaliyah can’t help herself, lips twisted up into a grin as JR learns it’s all just a joke. His reaction was exactly what she expected, and she can’t help but laugh at the ridiculous nature of it all. “God, if I’m ever that into someone that much five minutes into a conversation I’ma need you to end it for me. Get me and whatever voodoo that person’s practicing off these streets.” she rests her head against the cool leather of her seat’s head rest. “But at least now I know how to send you running, if I should ever need it. Just find an overly attached girl.” Aaliyah takes the joint when he passes it back, snickering at his comment. “I’m sure everyone would feel much better knowing we’ve got a polite killer on our hands.” She takes her second pull when he starts speaking again, and because her ability to talk is compromised she looks over at him, brows furrowed to let him know she calls bullshit. “Chivalry be taking some long as fuck naps then.” she exclaims, returning the blunt to him. Aaliyah shifts in her seat, making the best use of the space around her so she can tuck her leg under herself and face him. “That’s nice and all, but what do I get out of protecting you reputation?”

#( interaction: JR 'the suspect'. )

hamletkins:

It stung. It always did, when someone would toss a comment like that his way. He’s sure that they think ‘Oh, it’s just Hamlet, he can handle it.” and he does, because they don’t want him to be offended, they want him to laugh with them, and he does that to. It’s easier to blow it off, for the sake of the situation, for the sake of his likability, for the sake of lying to himself to make it all… sting, a little less.

He can’t help but notice her understated lack of interest in the selection of drinks, and for a moment Hamlet has half a mind to quickly follow up before she has a chance to make her selection and offer something else. Out of character, Hamlet thinks on it too long and then it’s already too late and Aaliyah’s asked her question. “The whole point of tonight is for me to be having fun - I hate to break it to you, Aaliyah, but I’m actually rather selfish. Remi Heath Memorial Bonfire? This was never about him - all about me.” The grin he flashed was broad and what he said next was on more of a serious note. “Being busy taking care of everyone else only contributes to my fun.”

“Damn,” Aaliyah’s smile falls, tone filled with false shock. “you really out here just...using Remi for your own personal gain. You should be fucking ashamed.” Jokes aside, she’s sure that’s really what people think about this, about him, and while Aaliyah can see why they would assume such a thing her heart hurts for him only a little. The distraction was needed, at least as far as she was concerned, and there was no better distraction than a party. The one place where it was considered somewhat socially acceptable to drink yourself into forgetting. She gets it. Or at least she thinks she does. “Being busy helps.” she nods, surprising herself with the serious nature of her words. “but make sure you take some time out to take care of yourself too.” There’s a sad smile, and immediately after a twist of regret. She grimaces and brings her drink back to her lips, gulping down a large portion of it before speaking again, as if the drink were meant to wash the taste of concern out of her mouth. “Alright, no more of that shit.” she shakes her head and waves her hand as if she were swatting something away. “Grab another drink and let’s go find something to fucking do.”

#( interaction: hamlet 'the best friend'. )

primcsuspect:

An eye roll would be the perfect descriptor of JR’s collective mood for this entire evening. The party was a dub, the area around his right eye was blackened due to none other than Atkins’ lucky shot, and he was detained for hours, hours of his life he’d never get back. ‘So that’s how you did it, huh,” one of the detectives had taunted him, “A flashlight.” They’d proceeded to poke and prod and play bad cop in attempts to make him crack, but it was laughable at best. JR knew the detectives on payroll by name, knew of their families, their pets, and proceeded to ask about them all in order to diffuse and distract them from a guilt he didn’t posses.

It was no matter now, he’d been released, and he somehow found himself here, in an abandoned parking lot with the Morgan girl, rap blasting in his ears, all but ready to spark up the blunt resting between her nimble fingers. (It was certainly better to be here than to be home.) “My ma taught me better than that,” he replies with a lopsided grin, hand moving over hers to slip the lighter from her grasp, flicking it on, leaning it closer to the joint’s end, “Ladies first.”

Aaliyah had only ever spoken a handful of words to JR the entire he’d been her dealer. They’d never had any real reason to speak to each other before, and being suspects in a murder investigation wasn’t necessarily a good reason to start talking but here they were. She looks over at him, matching his grin with one of her own as he slips the lighter out of her hand. “Did you feel that?” she asks him earnestly, looking down to their hands and back up. Her voice takes on a soft, romantic tone that’s unrecognizable even to her. “That second where our hands met, there was a spark.” she pauses for a moment before laughing. “I’m fucking wit’ ya. Even though I’m sure girls have tried that dumb shit on you before.” She lets him light the joint before bringing it to her lips for a pull. She passes it to him wordlessly as she lets the smoke fill her before exhaling. “The murderer’s apparently chivalrous though?” she can’t help the eye roll that follows. An indication that she thinks that whole accusation is bullshit, that she thinks all of this night is bullshit. She didn’t have to know JR well to understand that he was just the easiest option, and she could spend hours going off about it if prompted, but instead she chooses humor to voice her annoyance.

#( interaction: JR 'the suspect'. )

thebabyheath-deactivated2018072

There were only a handful of things left in the world that could make Ava feel better - her camera, her stuffed narwhal, and a cup of large, hot cup of Lava Java’s Molten Mocha. It used to be where she went religiously every morning before school and even on the weekends. It was a reminder of the good old days when she had no care in the world other than caffeinating herself.

Stepping into the familiar place felt surreal. It used to be her stomping ground yet now she was the stranger. It had been months since she was back but she avoided this place for fear of ruining a good memory. Considering the times, she needed a reminder of the good old days.

Ava held her cup in her hands and searched for an open table until she saw a familiar face. That was all that was familiar to her. The books on the table, the neat hair, and proper outfit threw her for a loop. “…Hi there, you might not know me but I think I know your sister. Sorry to intrude but all the other seats are taken and I swear I’ll be gone in like a few minutes. Everyone needs a study break right? I’m Ava by the way.” @aaliyahmorg

aaliyahmorg-blog

Party girl by night, hard working law student and intern by day. This was Aaliyah Morgan’s life, or rather, what it had become over the last few years. It was something of a high stakes balancing act, like a circus tightrope. Her choices acted as Earth’s gravitational pull, too much weight on one side or the other and she’d fall straight into chaos with no net to catch her.

With everything that had been happening lately Aaliyah’s been busying herself with an overwhelming amount of work and fun. She’d lost a friend, whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not, and she’d found herself caught in a murder investigation. And there was still the whole ‘pathetic little girl looking for her mom’ thing on top of everything else. The distractions were needed, and catching up on paperwork for her boss was the distraction she chose today. Aaliyah finds herself at a coffee shop in town, Lava Java or something ridiculous like that, case files around her and headphones in. The public setting is an attempt to stay focused, be held accountable to actually get the work done since she can’t be trusted. Nothing about this is meant to be inviting, not with her head buried in work and her music loud like this. But it doesn’t stop someone from approaching anyway. Fair enough. Aaliyah pauses her music, looking up to see none other than Ava Heath before her.

“My sister?” she repeats the words to herself quietly. As far as Aaliyah’s concerned she doesn’t have a sister, though given her family’s knack for secrets she wouldn’t dismiss the idea entirely. “Nah, it’s cool.” Aaliyah shrugs, gesturing to the seat in front of her. “I don’t own the chair or nothin’.” Reflexively she shakes Ava’s hand and nods, eyes watching the other girl curiously. Aaliyah’s 95% sure she’d met Ava, or at least had introduced herself briefly at a party. The remaining 5% is credited to her hazy memory of the encounter. To be fair, she was pretty fucked up during it so it could be a figment of an overactive imagination. “Ava,” she starts, smile as pleasant as possible because this is pretty awkward. “we...uh, we met already. Or, at least I think we did.”

#( interaction: ava 'the sibling'. )

hamletkins:

“Do you think I came on too strong?”

Hamlet looked almost as defeated as a puppy who got scolded for trying to beg at the table, despite the fact that all the girl had done was say she was all set and head off with her friend. He’s quick to shake it off, taking Aaliyah’s complaint about her drink as a chance to laugh and snag the beer she was dangling out to him that she claimed was not the best. “Well, I can take this off your hands if you’ll follow me to some beverages that are… more your speed?” Hamlet was familiar with Aaliyah’s habits, at least enough from the few times he’d gone out to party with her and Remi back when he was still available, well, alive.

Too busy on his feet, to amped to slow down, Hamlet turned on his toes and headed up the beach without even waiting to see if Aaliyah was following, pleased to be able to meet someone’s request. He came to a halt a bit short at one of the coolers towards the top of the beach by the fences and kicked it open with his foot, hands full with the two beer cups. “For the lady.” practically came sing song out of his lips as he gestured towards the cooler full of twisted teas, fireball and coke, and assorted spritzers.

“You? Coming on too strong? Impossible.” she mutters under her breath, tone dull and lacking any notes of humor. Aaliyah meets his gaze, realizing then that he could have heard that and more importantly she shouldn’t have said it. She’s quick to follow it up with a playful shove at Hamlet’s shoulder and a grin, turning her words into nothing more than a playful, not sincere at all (please God, let him buy it), jab amongst friends. “That’d be great, thanks.”

Aaliyah’s not used to this. She’d always been so blase about what people made of her words, never one to take anything back or monitor her speech for the sake of feelings. It was the Morgan way, no one was exempt. Though, given recent circumstances, she’s been finding herself making an exception for Hamlet. They come to a stop in front of a cooler, and Hamlet presents to her the new drinks with his usual flourish of merriment. “You’re annoying.” she laughs quietly, shaking her head as she grabs the glass bottle of twisted tea. It’ll do. A beat of silence passes over them as she opens her drink. She takes a sip, mulling over what to say to him now. ‘How are you’, is the clear stupidly lazy choice. “So,” she makes a split second decision. “have you been having fun tonight, or are you too busy taking care of everyone else?” Good enough.

#( interaction: hamlet 'the best friend'. )#i wrote too much...what else is new

@primcsuspect

Annoyed. It was the only word that could accurately sum up how Aaliyah was feeling after last night. Last night had turned out to be a complete wreck. On one hand, the murder weapon was found on the beach. On the other a fight broke out at Hamlet’s party, which, in hindsight wasn’t all that bad. In fact, Aaliyah found the chaos amusing. What wasn’t amusing was her ending up getting brought into station for questioning. She still ain’t know shit and the events at the party hadn’t changed that. Wasted time, that’s all that was. So, yeah, she’s heated.

That’s how she ended up here. Here being the parking lot of an old supermarket that had been shut down years ago. It was a spot Remi introduced her to in the beginning of their friendship, a safe place for them to smoke without the prying eyes of others and the fear of getting caught. The bass line of a new French Montana song booms through the speakers of her car, and despite having just been released from the station she’s got a lighter in hand and a joint in the other. Aaliyah looks over to the passenger seat and offers JR a small smile, before holding the unlit joint out to him. “You want the first hit?” she asks.

#( interaction: JR 'the suspect'. )

beulah-luna:

Beulah inhaled through the nose. She found that doing so–immediately followed by a loud exhale through the mouth–was the quickest way to calm herself. Calm her mind, her heart, and her hands. “I just don’t see any rationale in being one, though. What do I gain?” She smiled a little, looking over to her companion. “The first isn’t great. It’s just process of elimination. Because, you know, everything else here either feels…wrong or it feels fake. I guess that’s what I was getting at.”

Aaliyah tilts her head back, eyes taking in the night sky above her as she listens. “It’s compulsive, so I guess if you were one it’d be therapeutic to you. It’d help release tension or anxiety, give you a sense of control.” she shrugs, looking for more words to make sense of her thought. “It’s dangerous, probably unhealthy but also...beneficial in it’s own way.” What Beulah says next makes Aaliyah groan. Aaliyah knows exactly what she means, none of this felt real. She keeps looking for Remi’s name to pop up on her phone screen, a new text, a missed facetime call -- anything. But it never comes and it leaves her disoriented. It all feels wrong and fake. She gets it, that doesn’t mean she’s interested in talking about it. “Right,” she sniffs, taking a big gulp of her drink.”if you’re gonna start going on about how weird this whole thing is, that’s fine. Just... do that shit over there or something.” she waves her hand in the opposite direction.

#( interaction: beulah 'the secret fling'. )

beulah-luna-blog

“The party is a good idea, but here I am and all I can think is–the best part of the party is the fire,” Beulah said to her neighbor, chin palm. Suddenly her eyes lit up, stressed, and her back straighten. “Oh, god, did that make me sound like a pyromaniac?”

aaliyahmorg-blog

Aaliyah could say there were other things she’d rather be doing right now, other people she’d rather be with. Hell, under normal circumstances she would say it,, unprompted and without hesitation. Jokingly of course...well, she’d only be half joking. But these aren’t normal circumstances, and Beulah’s peaceful presence is welcome tonight. She looks up quizzically, eyebrow quirked and head cocked to the side. The confusion dies down when Beulah continues, suddenly sitting up straight as if something occurred to her. “Well, if you are a pyromaniac that’d make you a lot more fun.” Aaliyah jokes before going back to the initial statement. “But, I’ll bite.” she exhales. “why exactly is the fire the best part?”

#( interaction: beulah 'the secret fling'. )

hamletkins-blog

Why be sad? Why cry, and mourn, and give a fuck when it’s so much easier to swamp himself with every living and breathing person he knows - when its so much easier just to get plastered, when it’s so much easier to slop around on a beach out of his mind (in a good way so he says), when it’s so much easier to try and find someone willing to come home with him?

Hamlet had barely taken a breath, running from person to person, making sure everyone he could get his hands on was having a good time, was getting drunk enough, was, most importantly, not crying or ruining the (his) vibe. It was his party, after all who else would’ve dared to host a memorial bonfire for his best friend. He’d taken on the responsibility, and the distraction, of being a one man show, as always and what better way to make sure that everyone was having a good time than to lead by influence.

Directly in front of his latest person to entertain, Hamlet downed the fresh beer in his hand and then broadly, drunkenly, flashed a smile their way. “Are you sure I can’t get you another drink? It’s all on me, I promise.”

aaliyahmorg-blog

Aaliyah’s no expert but she’s almost certain people don’t normally host ‘in memoriam beach parties’. Nah, fuck that. She knows people don’t normally do this, but can she really judge? She showed up, didn’t she? No matter her opinions, no matter her reasons (free drinks, hello), she’s here and she’s going to have a good time. She could use the distraction. Which...now that she thinks about it, that’s probably the whole point of this party. Smart. Aaliyah’s making her way through the crowd looking for a familiar face, and she spots one almost immediately. Hamlet’s just on the other side of the group of people, bouncing between guests in what she assumes is his attempt at hosting. He’ll do, she decides. She’s got her drink close to her chest and offers those around her one polite ‘excuse me’ before giving up and all but moving people out of her way. She finally makes it to him, and for once she’s kind of happy to see him. He’s talking to some girl she’s never seen before, no doubt trying to make the stranger feel more comfortable here as he offers the girl another drink. How sweet. “Uh yeah,” she grins when they’re finally face to face, and his original companion declined the offer for a new drink. “I could definitely use a better drink.” Aaliyah makes a show of holding her cup up to him and grimacing in disgust. “All I’ve been able to find is beer, and I mean...I’ll drink it, but I won’t be happy about it.” she finishes with a smile.

#( interaction: hamlet 'the best friend'. )

what it do baby boos? I know I’m late as hell with the whole intro post thing, but I knocked out the second I got home from work so oops. anyways I’m Treyc and I am so incredibly excited to get to know each of you and your characters. underneath the read more there’ll be some info about my little nugget Aaliyah, and feel free to hit me up for plots/connections. I’m going to go reply to some of the starters from last night. that is all.

#whoops late as shit #don't mind me #lhq.intro #( ✰ ooc. )

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