“i was banking on it saving me from this party,” latch sighs, silver dangling from a wrist when he takes a drink. it’s too early for him. tends to slip in later, after hours when the party’s on the downhill slope but hasn’t yet wound down. took him years to find the pace and now he’s back in the city screwing it all up for — what? of course dawson’s pissed. glancing sidelong, latch leans a hip on a column and crosses his arms, couples ramping up the cute down below with a slow song. “i wasn’t avoiding you.” latch swallows, and meets his eyes again. “not on purpose. at first it was just — easier.” he winces. “LA was a mess to figure out. business, you know all about that. some of us have to figure it out on our own.” it’s a piss poor excuse, enough half truth baked into it to maybe sound somewhat believable, but latch finds himself looking off to a sparkle red decoration and remembers, suddenly, the reason they’re all here. “so where’s the date?”
“should’ve come with a backup plan.” his words fall flat. monotonous, a wall separating what he wanted to say versus the bullshit he inevitably spewed instead. he doesn’t want it to get to him, doesn’t want to seem upset when months had passed already. he’d done worse to so many people. had worse done to him. maybe he just hadn’t expected latch of all people to abandon him, as dramatic as that sounded. his mind subconsciously flits back to the last time they’d seen each other, left standing confused and hurt after a fight in the middle of a mostly empty room as the other left in a hurry. he exhales, averting his gaze when latch moves to meet his. “easier, sure. figures you wouldn’t want me around dragging you down while you’re trying to start a new life or whatever.” he scoffs, kicking a foot up to rest against the metal behind him. it stings a little to hear him talk about work. dawson knows he has it easy; easier than most people and definitely easier than he deserves. but that comes with a lack of choice, one that weighs on him. “you know i could’ve helped with that, too.” not that latch would’ve accepted. the mention of his date has him furrowing his eyebrows because fuck, he forgot about her again. “uhhh, shit.” he squints in the direction of the bar, trying to find the blonde (－ or redhead? ) he’d come with. “somewhere, i don’t know. bathroom or bar or fuck knows.” a beat passes in silence and he takes another slow sip. “did you get here straight from the airport or something?”
❝ you’re obviously at the wrong party if you think nothing’s going to happen. ❞ that’s just how it always worked , it was rare that one of the events they all attended went peacefully , there was no way. hell , someone was probably going to get sick or pass out any moment now and at least there’d be that excitement. someone would find out about an affair and cause a drunken scene , any minute now… or at least she hoped. and just like that , dawson spilled the information that she had been praying for. ❝ water or liquor and how long ago ? ❞ she asked , ready to go spy.
“ i’m sure shit’s gonna down, i dunno about interesting, though. ” he shrugs, looking particularly disgusted as a group comes barreling towards the bar, barely missing where he’d been standing mere seconds ago. with enough alcohol, even the classiest soirees eventually ended up looking like nothing but a mismatch of people just trying to look like they had their lives together. “ liquor, obviously. it wouldn’t be worth telling if it was water. ” he quirks an eyebrow, discretely pointing across the party where the couple were huddled in a corner. “ there, they’re still sorta going at it. ”
charlotte decided to try and head to the bathroom for a quick breather. if not the bathroom, somewhere where she could get away from everyone for a little while, even if it was just for about two to five minutes. there were two types of people at this party: people who liked valentine’s day and people like charlotte who found the holiday overrated. she was walking on the edge of the crowd, but she forgot one thing: she was charlotte moon — she could be (and was) noticed from her side to her back. and just when she thought that she’d get the chance to go outside, she felt an arm drape around her from behind. looking up, she noticed lucia. had it not been her, you probably would’ve seen annoyance on her face. “ oh, it’s you. i almost just got really annoyed just now. " she admitted, shaking her head. " sure. "
they feign surprise at charlotte’s confession, a hand coming up to rest over their mouth and cover their bubbling laugh. “ so you’re happy to see me, then? ” she looks a little hopeful, linking her arm with the other girl’s to lead them towards the bar. she was never the type to miss a party, and valentine’s day usually brought out the romantic in them. they’d never been as inclined to hide budding feelings as they were now. around charlotte, she found her heart sometimes stuttered in a way that could mean something if she let it. “ i hope i’m not stealing you away from someone? i know people usually bring dates to these things. ”
hannah had spent the first few hours of the party socializing , sipping champagne , and watching all of the fake love that was being passed around. the blonde had eventually found herself at the bar ordering herself something stronger , thankful that the cocktail was in her hand within seconds. taking a sip , she looked over at the other next to her , ❝ please tell me that you’ve seen something worthwhile tonight. someone has to be on the verge of a drunken breakdown or something interesting. ❞
the cloud of smoke surrounding him isn’t nearly enough to keep the general irritation at bay, facial expression settling on painfully bored. he’d lost his date somewhere in the crowd about an hour ago, and in all honestly, he wasn’t inclined to find her. he found himself shuffling towards the bar instead, raising a finger in the direction of the bartender only to be handed his drink immediately. he just about brings the glass to his lips, quirking his eyebrow at the blonde’s question. “ something interesting? here? you’re at the wrong kind of party if you’re looking for fun. ” he rolls his eyes, something he’s been doing too much of tonight. he leans in closer, looking around for a moment before continuing. “ you know that couple that booked out the top floor of the plaza last year for their 30th anniversary? i just saw her throw a drink in his face. trouble in paradise or something. ” he might not love these events, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t participate.
“ ━━ my social media manager is so fired,” deva grits through her teeth, knuckles tight where she’s squeezing the life out of her phone. ( this instagram reel… these high contrast photos where deva’s gown cannot even be SEEN. what was the process? sabotage?? ) chugging the last of a bubbly n’ gold champagne, she abandons the glass and the nearest table and zeroes in on them with a fresh, assured focus. “you. emergency photoshoot. now.”
they teetered into the party in seven inch heels they already regretted, a little more intoxicated than planned but as long as the floor and ceiling remained in the right direction, they were okay. getting another drink was number one on the agenda, zeroing in on the source of champagne when a voice called for, presumably, her attention. she waited a moment, head cocked to the side, a manicured finger pointing at herself. “me? you want me to take pictures of you?” her lips thin out to a straight line. considering. “sure! why not. but don’t you have people for that .. or something?”
most of the party had been a blur, exhausting to the point where they almost considered slipping their heels off their feet to dunk them in a bucket of ice. but not in public, of course. the requirement to remain perfectly poised even miles away from home was something they couldn’t ignore. and neither was the familiar face lurking at the edge of the crowd that had her perking up significantly. raising the glass of bubbly in her hand, she takes another sip before making her way over, draping a gentle arm over charlotte from behind. “ fancy bumping into you here, ” she teases, stepping around to face the other girl. the party doesn’t feel all so exhausting anymore. “ wanna get a drink together? i’m so bored. ” she pouts a little, placing the empty glass of champagne on the tray of a passing waiter. “ being alone at a valentine’s day thing is the worst. if i see another happy couple, i might be obligated to throw something at them. ”
latch runs into dawson at a party because of course he does. this is new york city, the upper east side ━━ and more importantly, it’s dawson. a kick off to the event season with all its’ glitz and glam. now, standing shoulder to shoulder with life size barbies and kens, latch wishes he tried harder to scald off the airplane scent. maybe his skin wouldn’t feel as grimy, hot-cold like he’s sweating under a spotlight in the dead of winter. “what, no knife?” he asks as makes the approach. “thought you planned a whole et tu brute moment after i told you i was in town for the week.” @glamorouz
the single malt dances between the clinking ice cubes in his glass, the same perched precariously over the railing of the balcony he’d found himself on merely fifteen minutes into the party. he simply isn’t in the mood today, a sour inkling of something distasteful lingering at the back of his mind from the moment latch had told him he’d be in town again. the familiar voice calls for his attention and he turns, lips twisting down in a frown. he feels like a pouting child. would it really be that terrible to admit he missed his best friend? “i can go get one if you were looking forward to it.” he rolls his eyes, leaning casually against the railing behind him. the other man looks different, somehow. he can’t exactly put his finger on it. “i’m surprised you even showed up. figured you’d just hide back at your place and avoid me for the next few months, make it an even year.” so maybe he is still upset.
SPOTTED !!! PRINCESS B last seen at the champagne bar , can you believe it ??? well i guess you'd know them more as LUCIA BERNARDI , the ADELINE RUDOLPH lookalike , she/they is/are a twenty - three year old , princess of monaco , known for being AFFABLE , PASSIONATE & METICULOUS but gossip girl likes to focus on the fact that they are more RETICENT & RECKLESS .
hi it’s me again with my other baby <3 lucia’s brand new so i’m just gonna drop some bullet points for now while i work on developing her ! pls excuse the mess , i’m just throwing out things into the void atp !
QUICK STATS .
full name: lucia bernardi
nickname(s): lu, lulu, luci, princess
age: twenty-three.
date of birth: .
hometown: monaco
current location: manhattan, ny.
gender: demi woman.
pronouns: she/they. ( no preference ! )
orientation: bisexual.
she obviously grew up extremely spoilt, being a literal princess. spoilt for everything she could ever want but affection was what she grabbed onto tightly and kept close to themselves. they both give & receive love freely, but it often doesn’t go very deep below the surface. she equates love and affection to buying things for people, so don’t be surprised if they turn up at your home with your favourite food or a brand new bag from your favourite expensive brand just to let you know they were thinking of you.
she led a very easy, comfortable life, attached at the hip to her brother growing up and definitely over protective of him despite being the younger sibling. but growing up royal also taught her to be very careful with the things she said and did around people, leading her to be guarded in ways that she hides pockets of her personality and only reveals certain parts of themselves depending on the person before them. she’s almost a chameleon in that way, fitting in with different groups & people but never knowing who she truly is.
they have this innate inability to sit still, constantly wanting to try something new or pick up a new hobby. sure, this doesn’t always lead to a positive result. they often land themselves in situations where they find themselves wondering if this is about to be it, you know. as their phone battery dwindles to the last 1% and they find themselves in a room full of strangers that care for nothing other than her money, they trust themselves instead to see them out of unseemly situations & always escapes unscathed.
in her parents eyes, they remain the perfect child. smart if not a little ditzy, always dressed in the finest clothes & presenting herself with poise. always choosing to date the right partners and earning their approving gaze. to the ones who know her best, she’s a bit of a mess. chaotic but only in the best way, never purposely hurtful but sometimes just a tad bit unaware of her privilege.
she was never primed or asked to take the throne after her father, that belongs solely to her older brother and she supports him completely. so she explored her own interests instead, and found a love for too many things as you often do when presented with an endless supply of money & free time. naturally, they love to shop & have been told they have quite an eye for fashion. they’re a lover of classical music, the violin came unfairly easy to her. she’s almost impossible to beat at a game of polo, especially when paired with her prized stallion chocolate. but mostly, she just loves to be surrounded by people and enjoying life as it is.
SPOTTED !!! LOVER BOY last seen in le bernardin , can you believe it ??? well i guess you'd know them more as DOWOON “DAWSON” SONG , the JEON JEONGGUK lookalike , he is a twenty - four year old , mba student / heir , known for being INTELLIGENT , SOCIABLE & CHARMING but gossip girl likes to focus on the fact that they are more INSECURE & SELF - CENTRED .
hello hello !! i’m rain ( she/they ) & this is my first baby , lucia’s info will come much later cause i already had daw’s written up & i am ,, slow.
trigger warnings : drug use, alcohol.
STATS .
BASICS .
full name: dowoon ' dawson ' song.
nickname(s): daw, woon.
age: twenty-four.
date of birth: 13th january.
hometown: seoul, south korea.
current location: manhattan, ny.
ethnicity: korean.
nationality: korean.
gender: cis man.
pronouns: he/him.
orientation: bisexual.
religion: atheist.
political affiliation: liberal.
occupation: mba student. spending his dad’s money.
living arrangements: uh .. rich.
language(s) spoken: english, french & korean.
accent: american.
PHYSICAL .
face claim: jeon jeongguk.
hair colour: originally black, but usually varying, between black & blonde. currently black and slightly long.
eye colour: brown, but he wears contacts sometimes.
height: 5'10.
tattoos: he has a few down his arm but it stops at his shoulder so most of it can be covered by a dress shirt when he’s in meetings etc.
piercings: both ears.
clothing style: athleisure, custom made suits.
usual expression: fucking bored honestly.
distinguishing characteristics: a little devastating mole under his lips. big doe eyes.
HEALTH .
physical ailments: none !
neurological conditions: idk he has issues.
allergies: cucumbers, they send him into anaphylactic shock.
sleeping habits: goes to sleep late, wakes up late ( unless he has class ), tends to keep weird hours.
eating habits: healthy, usually skips breakfast but will get his two meals. has never cooked ever in his life please don't put him in a kitchen.
exercise habits: once a day at the minimum, a run followed by some weights.
emotional stability: oof he has never known an emotionally stable human being in his life, and for the most part emotions ? are they real ?
sociability: being alone doesn't usually bode well for him unless he's occupied with work or distracted by something else. he prefers to be in the company of people, mostly to keep his mind from wandering to either distasteful thoughts or impulsive bad decisions.
body temperature: cold-natured.
addictions: nicotine, caffeine, adderall & light alcohol addiction.
drug use: extremely frequent ( adderall, xanax, nicotine & marijuana ), less frequent ( cocaine, mdma & acid - only socially ).
alcohol use: extremely frequent, bordering on problematic.
PERSONALITY .
label: lover boy - owing to the string of partners he’s had over the years because he hates being lonely. he rarely gets attached to someone but when he does it’s a big deal.
positive traits: charming, sociable, intelligent, selectively loyal & protective.
negative traits: self involved, cynical, insecure, reckless.
goals/desires: to prove to himself that he can stand on his own without his parents planning out his every move etc etc, to have something of his own someday, build his own business, step out of his parent's shadow you know the vibes.
fears: irrelevancy, heights.
hobbies: art ( mostly oil painting or charcoal drawings ).
habits: running his hands through his hair when he's nervous or lying, biting the inside of his cheek when he's tense or angry, chain smoking when he's stressed.
FAVOURITES .
weather: winter.
colour: deep wine red.
music: mix of hip-hop ( kendrick lamar & j. cole ) & your basic top 50.
movies: horror or psychological thrillers.
sport: football.
beverage: red wine ( merlot ), whiskey sours & nitro cold brews.
food: tteokbokki & steak ( kobe beef or filet mignon only, thank you ).
animal: dogs & jaguars.
FAMILY .
father: song dohyun, owner & founder of song industries, one of the biggest retail conglomerates in all of south korea.
mother: song minsuh, owner & founder of song industries, one of the biggest retail conglomerates in all of south korea.
sibling(s): one younger sister.
pet(s): two family dogs in seoul ( name & name).
family’s financial status: gross rich.
IF U GOT THROUGH ALL THAT ... THANKU . now the bio <3
TRIGGER WARNING : MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL / DRUG ABUSE, SLIGHT PARENTAL ABANDONMENT & MANIPULATION.
born in the icy chill of a late onset winter only thirteen days after the new year, dowoon came into this world a force to be reckoned with. the first born son to parents that swam in prosperity, primed from the moment of his conception to be the future majority shareholder, owner & ceo of song industries, a little prince as his mother would call him. he was young when his sister was born, jealous only momentarily till he discovered his own protective instincts. it served them well when they were bundled up & shipped off to paris, france, to be educated in only the finest private boarding school. globally recognised as an institute that raised the finest children tucked away within it's walls, their parents seemed oblivious to the temptations of the city they were in. he, too, was skilled at keeping up with his pristine image, letting his parents believe he was locked up in the library studying through the weekend rather than discovering life had so much more to offer. it was in middle school that the pair moved once again, now being educated in the finest institute in new york.
his problems with substance abuse started young, as they often do with little to no supervision & an unlimited black amex. it all came to a head in high school, when a hungover dowoon, who prefers to go by dawson, blearily reached for his phone one bright monday afternoon & realised he'd missed a final. it took a few days of persuasion to convince his parents that he'd fallen asleep at the library as opposed to in his parked car behind some club in manhattan. convinced he was working himself too hard, he was brought back to seoul for the annual shareholder meeting. an hour later, seated on a black leather chair next to his father’s, the plan for his future was explained to him in careful steps. it has all been laid out, meticulously planned for years. he needn't worry about the future, not when he was primed to be in his father's position the second he held his graduate degree in his hand. as long as he followed the schedule & stayed on track, nothing could deter him.
his parents, it seemed, had underestimated his ability to defy. on the surface, he continued to be the son they wanted him to be. after graduating high school, he made his way to the quaint town of new haven, ct, studying business at yale. as was expected, not much changed. he travelled home during longer vacations, preferring to spend most of his weekends in a haze over at new york. he graduated top of his class, most of the material came to him naturally, having grown up listening to his father often throw around the terms used in his classes. the next phase of the plan was temporary employment, of course, at none other than goldman sachs. his father still watches his every move, even now as he studies for his mba at columbia.
WANTED CONNECTIONS .
some exes .. this wouldn’t have ended well tbh he can be a self centred dick
fwb / hook ups / ons / you know the vibe
some cousins ? distant, close, either way i’m here for it <3
frenemy type thing because fun & he’s easy to hate honestly
i’ll think later my brain is fried but if anyone has any ideas pls ,, gimme anything !!
