Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend

Chanel Albright || 29 || Publicist Costello Loyalist "Square cut or pear shaped these rocks won't lose their shape. Diamonds are a girls best friend."

[chanelxalbright]

paityncostello​:

A little over three months into her pregnancy, with the families in the know, it was time to truly go public with the news. As a model, she was a public figure. People knew the Sinclair and Costello names. The wedding announcement was one thing…a pregnancy would go viral, Paityn was sure. She knew she couldn’t forge a press release all on her own. She needed a hand and while she could have asked her sister, Paityn figured extending an olive branch the way of the Costellos was fitting given the bruises on her husband’s neck. 

Paityn didn’t like Chanel; she made that quite clear. Though, she couldn’t deny that the woman knew how to do her job well. Whether Luca or another member of the family told her the news, she wasn’t sure. Maybe it would be up to Paityn to drop that bomb.

“So, I’m sure you’re wondering why I asked to meet with you,” Paityn said, getting down to the point rather quickly. “I need your help with an announcement.”

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Things had been quiet for the Costello family, something that put Chanel on edge rather than at ease. It felt like the calm before the storm and she wasn’t sure what kind of storm it would end up being. Light tropical storm with just a few minor damages? Or a full on hurricane with need to rebuild and lay out a full on game plan. That’s why when Paityn reached out to her wanting to meet up, she couldn’t help but have a minor panic attack. Paityn of all people wouldn’t reach out to Chanel unless it was something serious.

As the time lead up to actually meeting with her, Chanel had begun to hope for the better instead of the worse; maybe it was an announcement of a divorce. If Paityn and Luca were splitting then they’d need as much good coverage as possible to say it was an amicable split so neither family went to war with each other... Well, went to war with each other in an even worse way. The thought of that managed to put a faint smile on her lips as she sat down with the other blond, nonetosad to see her and her family finally be severed from the Costellos.

“I guess it’s good you asked me instead of somebody else then.” Chanel quickly responded, only beginning to believe even further that it must be some type of divorce announcement. What else could Paityn possibly care about keeping contained enough to need the help from someone she disliked so much?

“So what’s the announcement?”

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camilasperez​:

“Who’s Mia tonight? One of the Spice girls?”

Or something like that. There were so many costumes, so many elaborate outfits and wigs, it was hard for Camila to keep track of the who’s who. She cranes a head to look over the crowd.

A lot of denim. A lot of frosty lipgloss.

‘Do you have a favorite? I just found out about this purple glittery drink that looks like magic and I think they said they have it at the bar. I don’t know if it actually tastes good though.’

Camila’s eyebrow raises in interest. That sounded absolutely amazing- and she’d knocked back plenty of drinks in her life. She nods eagerly at Chanel, follows behind the other woman towards the bar.

As they push through the crowd, Camila can’t help but join in on the chant.

“Birthday bitch! Birthday bitch!”

Make way, Chicago!

Once they’ve pushed their way to the bar, Camila flags down the bartender, tacks on her most winning-est smile.

“Hi! This is the birthday girl here, so, we need some shots, please. I have no idea what it’s called, but …. we’d like the purple sparkly stuff.” 

And with that detailed description, she turns back to Chanel. The other girl was already pretty far ahead drink-wise.

“I was gonna suggest a double … but I don’t know if you need that right now.”

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Pushing through the crowds of people at Sapphire, all wanting to say hello and request a dance later in the night, Chanel couldn’t help but feel like the genuinely most important person in the room. Growing up she’d felt insignificant, unimportant, just another face in the crowd. Joining the Costellos had given her the life she’d been missing and had felt she’d been destined for all along. Her birthday was the one day a year where she felt like that was still true.

The bartender was quick to oblige at the mention of Chanel, attempting to figure out just what the purple glittery stuff was. Soon enough, two little shot glasses of swirling glittery alcohol was placed in front of them, and Chanel squealed with excitement.

“These look amazing.”

Chanel quickly picked hers up in a cheering fashion before giggling and shaking her head at Camila’s last comment. “Don’t worry, I’ll have plenty of singles after this to make up for the lack of double. This birthday bitch keeps it flowing.” What was she even saying at this point. Did it really matter? She’d most likely forget 80% of the conversations she had tonight. As long as she had fun in the moment was all that really mattered.

Quickly downing the shot, she took a moment to let it settle before turning to Camila and going back to her first question.

“Anyway, Mia is my Ginger Spice, Sofia is my Baby Spice, and Violet is my Scary Spice. Sporty Spice is probably off dunking basketballs or something, so the Spice Girls are just a quartet tonight. I’ll blame Ezra for not having a girl I could snag into the group for that one.”

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chanelxalbright​:

Chanel pouted as her counter seemed to talk down at her as if she were three years old. To be fair, she absolutely was acting like it. Still, drunk Chanel didn’t like being treated as such and therefore began to act even more so. Her arms crossed over her chest and her bottom lip jutted out as though someone had taken her ice cream away from her.

Nearly all of that was forgotten, however, when Margot suggested they take her to see Dennis. Dennis would be fun, and he wouldn’t treat her like a child. He was probably as drunk as she was and they could dance the night away. Plus he had a drink for her?? Yes, absolutely, let’s go to Dennis.

Following her lead, Chanel scanned the crowd to see if she could spot her David Beckham, his white soccer jersey with the name etched on the back like a bad cosplay. The mass of people they had to push through momentarily distracted Chanel once again as she began waving shouting hellos to some of the people they passed. But the persistent pushing from Margot between her shoulder blades kept her moving forward until the familiar figure they were in search for was only a few steps further ahead.

“Dennis!” Chanel shouted, though a little drowned out by the music. “Dennis!” She screamed again, attempting to take a few steps forward away from Margot’s guiding hand, only to find her steps to be off-kilter enough to bring her tumbling down. In an attempt to stop herself, she grabbed on to the closest thing which just so happened to be the red leather-clad Britney Spears. The save wasn’t quick enough and Chanel found her ass planted on the floor, still holding on to Margot as she burst out into a fit of laughter.

To push pass every single person that greeted Chanel was a chore. Why couldn’t the woman just walk on her own without needing any aid? Margot had not gotten Chanel anything for her birthday and she had no intention to until she realized that what the other woman needed was an adult size leash. And not the kinky kind.

Frustrated with herself, but mostly Chanel, Margot almost conveyed another emotion when Dennis was finally in sight. She did her duty and got the blonde back to someone who would give a fuck about the drunk birthday girl’s well being and Margot could get on with her night. A shot of something -anything at this point- was deemed necessary. “Keep a close eye-” Just as the words of exchange, meaning she was wiping her hands clean of the drunk, were about to be finished Chanel took a trip and proceeded to pull Margot down with her. 

Great.

Unamused by what had just transpired, Margot pried Chanel’s hand from off of her arm and pushed it away from her. A slew of curses escaped between gritted teeth. “Get a hold of yourself.” Margot harshly remarked as she planted her palms upon the floor and pushed herself up of it. Her hands were covered in glitter and excess black light paint shed from sweat glad bodies. She needed a cleanse from this. 

“She’s your baby to watch.” A pointed finger at Dennis as Margot took a step towards him. “So watch her or put her in a fucking play pen she can’t get out of.” She pushed past Dennis and the others who gawked, laughed and were concerned for Chanel. 

Fucking Costello help. The words were said under her breath as she left the drunk infantile and her enablers.  

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END

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leocostello​:

Leon had no intention of making it to Chanel’s birthday party, but he showed up, very briefly, to drop off her present. About a month ago, at the Fourth of July party, he and Chanel had kissed. They were both a little drunk, and it’d just happened. He wasn’t ashamed of it – Leon knew what he wanted, but he didn’t want to ruin any professional relationship that they had. Chanel was valuable to their organization, and losing her would ruin things significantly. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t curious. He was going to her party after all, right?

He walked around the back, not bothering with the main entrance. The last thing he needed was Mia seeing him and giving him shit for not wearing anything that matched the theme. Chanel had sent him an entire denim Pinterest board. He was a mob boss – he needed to be taken seriously.

He walked in through the kitchen, holding a perfectly wrapped box, with an elegant bow on top, as he set out to find Chanel. He only made it a few feet onto Sapphire’s main floor before he spotted her, downing more shots, looking … nice. More than nice. He swiped a drink from a server passing by before approaching Chanel.

“I’m surprised they haven’t cut you off yet. Happy birthday.”

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Someone had given Chanel a glass of water at some point, or maybe it had been five. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until she had been chugging the glass that had been handed to her after dancing so long. The bland taste had shocked her at first but she powered through until she was finished and someone handed her another one. The exact person who had given it to her was a blur, though she had a feeling it might’ve been Dennis, but suddenly Chanel was able to walk straight again and the wig that had become askew at some point during the night was now back in good shape on top of her head.

She was on to her third and final look for the night, another tight black dress that resembled one Posh Spice had worn in a music video at some point or something. It was her favorite look of the night, though the other two were obviously close behind.

Now that Chanel had her life back together, for the most part, she figured she could celebrate with some shots at the bar. Grabbing a group of people as she made her way to the bar, not caring who they were, she ordered a round and quickly knocked hers back. She had barely let the last drop hit her tongue when a voice came up from behind her, teasing her intake for the night.

“As if anybody could say no to this face tonight.” Chanel teased back, making a playful face at Leon before bringing her arms out for a hug. They weren’t the hugging type, but she was still drunk enough to not give a shit and wanted to express her glee in him actually showing up. “And I think that’s proven just by you being here. Even if it’s without frosted tips.”

Taking a step back to the bar, she ordered another round of shots for just the two of them this time before looking to what Leon held in his hand. A neatly wrapped present, presumably for her. Something weird happened in her chest and a brief image of him pressed against her flashed through her brain before she attempted to concentrate solely on the gift and not on who it had come from.

“Is that for me?”

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tristan-sullivan​:

Tristan wasn’t nearly as wasted as Chanel was, but he hoped he would be soon. He couldn’t help but laugh whenever she placed her drink on the floor. That was fucking funny. Everyone seemed to be pretty wasted. Tristan was already falling behind.

“I… don’t know the answers to most of the questions that you just asked. But I think we should do shots, ‘cause I’m tryin’ to get as fucked up as you are.” Tristan led the way over to the bar, listening as Chanel mentioned that she wanted a drink named after her. She was rich and powerful and could probably make it happen. 

“Alright. If you were a drink, what kind would you be?” Tristan asked. “And before you answer that, what shots are we taking?” 

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“Okay okay okay.” Chanel said, attempting to focus on what they should drink. She took a moment and centered herself, attempting to hone in on her tastebuds. She wanted something sour, something with a kick. After the sweet drinks she’d mostly been having all night, she needed something else to jolt her forwards for the rest of the night.

“Have you ever had a sour patch shot?” She asked without actually caring for the answer. Waving her hand up in the air, the bar tender instantly took notice of the guest of honor and made his way over to attend to her needs. “Give us two sour patch shots please! Thank you, Charles!” She blew a kiss to the bar tender, a friend of Dennis, before returning to her shirtless comrade.

“I think my drink should be something sleek looking. Like, if they could somehow do a drink that was black and white and in a tall skinny glass, that would be me. I’m classic.”

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margotsinclair​:

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Perplexed and unamused, Margot made no attempts to hide what she thought of Chanel’s actions. It is not as if Chanel would notice as her gaze was down at the shoes she so easily discarded. The amount of shit brought in on people’s feet, let alone their bodies when things went wild, had Margot’s skin crawling. Drunk Chanel had no issue with sanitation. Lord knows what the woman would get up to if she is already capable of shedding her shoes. 

“I bet.” Was all the response that she could muster. Disgusting. The word she’d have spoken if she was not still reeling from how peculiar, gross and out of character the entire thing was. For someone who handled the Costello family’s image and press she did a piss poor job on keeping her own image clean. Literally. 

I wasn’t. “I didn’t care to notice what with everyone in costume and some stealing the show more than others.” Her hand was brought to her temple at Chanel’s forgetfulness - Margot knew it could not be helped but for the love of God she should keep some of her braincells in tack. 

“You handed it to someone when you discarded your shoes.” Even her almost two year old remembered where she left things. “Why don’t we get you to Beckham.” Margot placed her hand between Chanel’s shoulder blades and began to guide, more like push, the other woman forward. Margot didn’t bother too much with the niceties now that she wanted not to be the unlucky babysitter of the adult woman. Yes, she could have just walked away but Margot was never that cruel when someone was in this state. 

“Beckham has your drink. Don’t you remember?” Margot would say anything at this point to get Chanel to move. “He saved you an assortment for you to try. I think he even created a special drink for you.”

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Chanel pouted as her counter seemed to talk down at her as if she were three years old. To be fair, she absolutely was acting like it. Still, drunk Chanel didn’t like being treated as such and therefore began to act even more so. Her arms crossed over her chest and her bottom lip jutted out as though someone had taken her ice cream away from her.

Nearly all of that was forgotten, however, when Margot suggested they take her to see Dennis. Dennis would be fun, and he wouldn’t treat her like a child. He was probably as drunk as she was and they could dance the night away. Plus he had a drink for her?? Yes, absolutely, let’s go to Dennis.

Following her lead, Chanel scanned the crowd to see if she could spot her David Beckham, his white soccer jersey with the name etched on the back like a bad cosplay. The mass of people they had to push through momentarily distracted Chanel once again as she began waving shouting hellos to some of the people they passed. But the persistent pushing from Margot between her shoulder blades kept her moving forward until the familiar figure they were in search for was only a few steps further ahead.

“Dennis!” Chanel shouted, though a little drowned out by the music. “Dennis!” She screamed again, attempting to take a few steps forward away from Margot’s guiding hand, only to find her steps to be off-kilter enough to bring her tumbling down. In an attempt to stop herself, she grabbed on to the closest thing which just so happened to be the red leather-clad Britney Spears. The save wasn’t quick enough and Chanel found her ass planted on the floor, still holding on to Margot as she burst out into a fit of laughter.

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paityncostello​:

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Paityn said, in regards to making the spilled beverage a part of the costume. It’d also help convince people Paityn wasn’t staying sober at Sapphire. She felt blasphemous, partying in the walls of her favourite club without so much as a glass of champagne running through her system. 

Chanel was having a good time, clearly drunk, and Paityn couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. The envy deepened when she brought up Luca; motherfucker could get as shit faced as he wanted. 

“He’s around here somewhere,” she said, looking around the crowd to see if she could spot her husband. “He might be doing coke with Sofia in the bathroom for all I know. He’s got free reign tonight. I’m playing babysitter, I guess.”

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Chanel looked around the room as if she’d be able to spot him in the crowd the second that she did. She did not. He was lost in the sea of partygoers, either at the bar, or on the dance floor, or god knows where else. But tonight that was not her problem. The Costellos knew her one rule for the night: If it’s not about treating me like a princess, it can wait until tomorrow. And tomorrow always came, and whatever it was always was work that needed attending to ASAP; but that wasn’t today.

“Better you than me.” Chanel commented, looking back to Paityn with a half-smile. Maybe having Luca get married actually did have its perks. Obviously everyone in the family already looked out for each other, but significant others looked out for you in a way most people didn’t. Unless you were Chanel and that was literally your job. But if Paityn was willingly committing to babysitter for the night, all the better.

Sighing, Chanel pursed her lips together before remembering she still had part of a drink in her hand. Bringing the glass to her lips, she sipped what remained and reveled in the taste of it. “Have you had any of these jack and cokes yet? Dennis was telling me they add a special ingredient to make theirs better than everyone else's but he refuses to let me in on the secret. I’m pretty sure it’s a touch of vanilla vodka though.” She examined the glass as if it would tell her its secrets, only to find nubs of ice cubes that were holding on just a little longer before they totally liquified.

“By the way have you seen him? David Beckham? He might have his shirt off at this point...”

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camilasperez​:

Oop! And there Chanel was, pulling her in for a hug. That was alright- Camila was always pretty friendly, was never one to turn down a hug.  ( Even if Chanel’s drink once again sloshed out of the glass. )

‘And you look fantastic as Mariah Carey. If you hit any of those whistle tones tonight I think you should walk away with the door prize.’

“Oh, girl, I can’t sing for shit. I sound like a drunk parrot.”

Camila waves a hand at her conspiratorially. It was true- singing had never been a strong suit of hers - but that wasn’t the important thing. It was more the aesthetic that mattered. And people at the party seemed to take it seriously: everyone was decked out in their finest denim, their frostiest lip-glosses, most powdery of eye-shadows. Truly a fitting tribute for the nineties.

At Chanel’s question, part of her heart sinks. Was Camila enjoying herself? She would be, if not for the rain cloud of emotion that seemed to be permanently settled in her stomach. Camila normally loved parties like this- especially ones with a theme! But current circumstances made it hard.

She couldn’t bear to put a damper on Chanel’s happiness, though.

“Duh. Look how perfect everything is- the only way I would be having more fun is if I were drunk!”

“I think we should do shots.”

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Chanel snickered at the thought of Camila singing like a parrot, picturing it in her head in some obscure cross between the bird and Mariah Carey. It was definitely an image to behold and almost made her spill what was left of her already nearly empty drink. It was also enough for her to miss the moment of Camila’s upset before it was quickly covered by her well-practiced smiles.

“Isn’t this just the greatest? I think I’ve fallen in love with Mia, she’s definitely my favorite Costello.” Chanel chirped cheerfully, looking out into the crowd to see if she could spot her Ginger Spice for the night. She needed to remember to make sure her, Sofia, and Violet all managed to get a group shot before the end of the night. Hopefully sooner rather than later, since Chanel was quickly loosing the ability to remain looking sober and cute enough for a simple photo.

At the mention of shots, however, Chanel’s mind quickly adjusted to the new priority and nodded along with excitement. “Oh yes, shots sound great. Do you have a favorite? I just found out about this purple glittery drink that looks like magic and I think they said they have it at the bar. I don’t know if it actually tastes good though.”

As she spoke, Chanel grabbed on to Camila’s hand and walked her towards the bar, squeezing between the people who were also attempting to get drinks. “Move please, birthday bitch coming through!”

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tristan-sullivan​:

Tristan wasn’t very familiar with Chanel. He just knew she was a big deal, powerful, and tonight’s celebration was all about her. Also, she was fucked up, spilling half of her drink on the floor, some of it on Tristan. It was cold (he was shirtless), but he wasn’t too bothered by it. She looked like she was having fun! 

“A little,” he said, shrugging as he wiped some of the liquid off his stomach. It’d be fine. “I’d be more upset if I had on like… an expensive dress, or something,” he said, gesturing towards Chanel’s very well put together outfit. “You look like you’re having fun. I’ll get you another drink, if you want. Since it’s your birthday and all.”

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“Well, it’ll wash right off with those washboard abs anyway, right?” Chanel cackled, gesturing to his bare stomach. She thought she was hilarious, but to any other observer, she probably wasn’t. “I’m having a blast. A blast from the past, am I right?” Chanel giggled again, downing the last of the drink she had in her hand before placing it on the floor as if it were the exact place discarded drinks were meant to go.

“Another drink sounds fantastic. What do you think, Gin and Tonic? Shots?  a Long Island Iced Tea? Why is it called that, did they make it in Long Island? Like, did they make it there and then tell every single person in the world that same day that this drink with five million different liquors in it was going to be named after this tiny strip of land? Because I think I should definitely have a drink named after me and I want to know how to get that started.”

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margotsinclair​:

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An invite from Mia Costello to this event had come as a surprise to Margot. Though her sister was now related through marriage to the eldest Costello daughter, Margot did not expect Mia to extend a welcoming hand of inclusion to her. Not after what happened after the rehearsal dinner between the two of them. The painted on smiles the two women wore while in the company of one another was all for show. Both had come to an understanding that maintaining their families’ reputation and playing the part of acquaintances who could stand each other was what this city needed. 

Neither willing to let the other have the upper hand in the media. Margot had begrudgingly agreed to a photo op of the two of them and had been on her way to wash off whatever she had come in to contact - who knows what Mia had been up to before that photo - when some drunk nobody walked straight into her.

It wasn’t just some drunk but the woman of the hour herself with a brunette wig that did nothing for her coloring. “Totally lucky.” Her best Britney Spears impression on full display with the vernacular and tone that she used in response to Chanel. “Me?” Her hands ran down the red, latex bodysuit that she wore. “You didn’t but you were close. Too close.” A tilt of her head and forced pull smile on her lips as she held onto whatever cordial attitude she could spare after her earlier experience. Margot’s dealings with Chanel were non existent unlike her little sister who had to endure this other blonde’s presence now that Paityn was legally a Costello. 

“Your shoes a little too high tonight?” Margot asked as she deliberately chose to not comment on her inebriated or buzzed state. Let the woman drink her fill and make headlines, even if they won’t be published. “We wouldn’t want the woman of the hour to get hurt. I am sure one of the many in attendance would love to be your escort for the evening. Maybe that Beckham fella I’ve seen flexing about to anyone who stared at him.”

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Chanel looked down at her feet the moment that Britney Spears mentioned her shoes. They probably were too high; platform shoes were way too dangerous and yet all the craze way back when. Without hesitating, she shoved her nearly empty drink into the hands of someone walking by and began to take her shoes off, the moment they left her feet now becoming a relief to the pain she hadn’t even realized she’d developed.

“Wow, that’s so much better.” She sighed with a smile, kicking her shoes towards the wall of the bathroom, no doubt to be completely forgotten and abandoned by the end of the night. But Chanel had several more outfit changes for the night anyway, so they wouldn’t be missed.

Realizing her hands were now empty, she looked around in confusion for the drink she swore she’d just had before giving up and looking back to the person she had bumped into while they continued to talk. Oh, it was Margot Sinclair. And she was saying something about Dennis.

“Beckham is the only escort I need for the night, thanks. We planned the matchiness, in case you’re wondering.” It was a lame comeback, especially since her and Dennis weren’t actually together. Sure they had their flings, but they both knew that one wasn’t tied to the other. He’d come as her date tonight, but it was more because he was her best friend than because she felt like they belonged to each other. If he was flexing for other people at the party then it was all in good fun. He’d still make sure she got home safe at the end of the night; that much she could count on.

But still, she couldn’t help but feel defensive at the thought of someone else thinking he was openly dissing her or making a fool of her at her own party. If Margot even knew that they had come together, that is. But that logic wouldn’t be found in the mind of drunk Chanel.

“Where did my drink go, anyway?”

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Text: Leon Costello

Leon: I think you'll like the present I got you more than ramen.

Leon: But whatever. Birthday girl gets what she asks for.

Chanel: BOTh!!!

Chanel: GVE EME BOHT PLZZZZZZ :)

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paityncostello​:

Paityn was sober, secretly pregnant and still reeling from her meeting with her father. She hadn’t truly realized how dependent on substances she was to medicate her emotions until she had a reason not to use; still she was miserable.

Attending Chanel’s birthday bash, especially in costume, wasn’t something Paityn wanted to do. However, she knew it was important to show the Costellos support. She was one father down because of this pregnancy, she didn’t want Luca to lose anyone because of it, too. 

She had a champagne flute filled with ginger ale in her hand, heading to the bathroom for an escape. Paityn however, was knocked off balance, spilling her soda on her outfit, smelling alcohol from the blonde’s drink mixing in the fabric, as well. 

“Yeah, you did,” Paityn said, her tone flat and irritated. Though, given that it was Chanel’s birthday, she figured it best not to give the woman a hard time. “It’s fine. I’m sure it will wash out.”

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Squinting her eyes as they finally began to focus on who she had bumped in to, she realized Paityn was the one standing before her, an unpleasant look on her face. She always had an unpleasant look on her face, though. At least, around Chanel anyway.

“You can just say it’s part of the look.” Chanel giggled, commenting on the fact that she was dressed as Courtney Love. An uncouth comment, but Chanel didn’t have much of a filter right now and more than likely would forget the faux pas the moment this conversation was over.

Looking over Paityn’s outfit, she was actually somewhat surprised to see she had even made the effort to dress for the occasion, since the occasion revolved around Chanel. More than likely Luca had convinced her to go, but still it was something. Maybe there was potential for at least tolerance between the two of them down the line. But that was probably just Chanel’s brain swimming in five different types of alcohol.

“So where’s Luca? Or should I be calling him John Mayer tonight?”

[chanelxalbright]

Text: Leon Costello

Leon: I'll stay for a few drinks. Not that you need any more.

Leon: Costume parties aren't my thing. But it's your birthday, so I'll do what ya want.

Chanel: this day is my PASS for all the dirnks kkoay?

Chanel: can u at DLEAST bring ramen with you

Chanel: it wuld b funny

Chanel: and my presnt

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Text: Leon Costello

Leon: Mia made it clear that I wasn't welcome without a costume. Don't wanna be the one to piss her off.

Leon: I could probably drop your gift off at the back though.

Chanel: FINE WATEVER if i hide yo ufrom Mia will you stayy?

Chanel: DOOn"T be a party ppooper!

[chanelxalbright]

Text: Leon Costello

Leon: I'm not dressing up like Justin Timberlake.

Leon: Happy birthday.

Chanel: LEONDNNNN

Chanel: I SNT U A DENIM PINTERT BORARD JST T FOR THIS

Chanel: Yu haave to come it's m bIFRTHDAY!!! >:(

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camilasperez​:

Camila found it her hard to maintain her usual smile. She’d never been one for funks, for moods, but there was an undeniable pang in her chest whenever she failed to distract herself, thinking on the Fourth of July, on the conversations she’d had that night. It still felt like a bombshell. It still hurt to think about Tristan. She wondered about him now, if he was here. There was the reflex to text him.

But. There could be no frowning around Chanel, not on her birthday, not at a fabulous party that glowed and glittered with extravagance of a decade passed. She couldn’t let her own sadness interfere with everyone else’s fun.

She wasn’t Camila today, anyway. She was Mariah Carey, down to the nude lip and sleek little spaghetti strap ensemble, and she strutted around as such, curls bouncing with each step.

Until, by chance, she runs straight into the birthday girl. ( Quite literally. )

Camila gives a little shake of her head, eyes glancing up and down at Chanel’s outfit. She looked good! A little tipsy, perhaps, but who could fault her for that? Camila shoots her a smile.

‘It’s so lucky I have like four other outfits to change into tonight otherwise this would’ve totally sucked. Did I get you?’

“Even if you did, nobody is allowed to be mad at the birthday girl.”

“You look just like Posh!”

Chanel smiled widely, realizing she’d bumped into Camilla. Her arms instantly went wide as she pulled the other girl into a tight embrace. Had they ever hugged before? She couldn’t recall. Was Chanel even a hugger? It felt right so who cared. As she wrapped her arms around Camilla, a little bit more of the drink spilled, but Chanel was none the wiser. Pulling away from her, she looked over her outfit with glee, remembering exactly who everyone had been cast to be for the night from Mia’s list.

“And you look fantastic as Mariah Carey. If you hit any of those whistle tones tonight I think you should walk away with the door prize.” Chanel spoke excitedly, as if nothing could bring her down tonight. Admittedly almost nothing could bring her down tonight. She was letting almost anything and everything roll of her back for today because today was meant for her happiness and nothing else.

“Are you enjoying yourself so far?” She asked genuinely, almost seemingly to sober up for the second as if every ounce of her drunken stooper depended on a positive answer to the question. Before Camilla could even answer, however, she looked down to what was now practically an empty glass and sighed in disappointment, like the drink had just decided to stop being full of its own accord.

“We need refills, ASAP.”

[chanelxalbright]

Text: Leon Costello

Chanel: Y rnt u herrrr???