"Yay!" Willa was visibly cheered up by his agreement to spend time with her without worrying about work. She was already dancing a bit as she led them to the dance floor. "Hmm, not yet. What about you? If i'm going to find someone to...tickle my fancy, you have to as well. Or have you taken up a vow of celibacy as part of your music manager study?" She wiggled her eyebrows. She and her brother were probably a long ways away from finding someone to settle down with. It seemed like they all had their great love move away from them. And they couldn't all be as lucky as Marnie who literally fell into the most loving and sweet marriage. She couldn't even hate Cameron if she wanted to and since she had recently gotten into hockey, she was even more of a fan of her brother in law. "Well yeah but said pop star is your brother and our parents are like super musicians so you're managing a nepo baby," she said, only to fuck with him and because she liked to tease them. They would never be a "normal" family. They were Colette and Brodie's kids, they were destined for greatness but sometimes they all needed to remember to have some more fun. "Fine, you have yourself a deal, hermano." She held up her now empty glass and pouted. "But we have to drink over this deal. You think there's such thing as strawberry tequila shots?"
"What about me?" Ozzie asked, sighing as she began to talk about finding someone to tickle his fancy. "Okay, I resent that. What about me is giving vow of celibacy?" He told her, before taking a long sip from the cocktail in his hand. "I have fun. I just happen to also be pretty great at my job. You know, sometimes that's possible." Ozzie told his sister. Sure, he wasn't head over heels for someone or pining after another person— like well, basically all of his siblings but he was enjoying having noncommittal sex and getting back to making his brother and himself a bag. "Oh, I know. The fucking New Yorker doesn't let us forget about it." He said with a huff, having hated that damn article as it'd very much tried to paint out his number one client as just a product of their parents careers. No, Prince was plenty talented... he just also happened to have a last name that opened most doors for him. The damn New Yorker.
"If Absolut could make the absolutely god awful Tabasco tequila... I'm pretty damn sure, Strawberry is a flavor that someone must have made." Ozzie told his sister, taking a hold of his hand to begin leading the way towards the bar area not too far from the dance floor they'd been occupying.














