five am

& you don't know what you've got until it's gone. & you don't know who to love until you're lost. & you don't know how to feel until the moment's passed. I wish you'd live like you're made of glass.

[hadesdarkness]

nick to carter: 'i don’t know which fork to kill myself with.’ althea to gigi: ‘pink wine makes me slutty.’ nick to gigi: ‘i’m like a mailman, except instead of mail, it’s hot sex that i deliver.’ charlotte to mariana: ‘i don’t mean to be laughing, but are you okay?’ odessa to ryan: ‘i think you need me too much.’

nick to carter: ‘i don’t know which fork to kill myself with.’ 

With a heavy sigh, Carter shook his head and popped the grape he’d been eyeing for the past few seconds into his mouth. The drama that went on during these brunch events was ridiculously petty and his brother’s comments usually didn’t make situations any better. “I don’t know, Nick. Why not just use all the forks? That will probably make the process of killing yourself go faster,” he said absentmindedly, reaching for his second glass of scotch. 

althea to gigi: ‘pink wine makes me slutty.’ 

“Just the pink wine?” Gigi replied with a smirk while grabbing a glass of wine for herself as well. “I’m sure white and red would have the same effect. Have you ever had a drink with my brother though?” she asked in reference to Carter who was across the room, arm in arm with Caroline. If there was one thing that she could always bond over with when it came to Althea it was their very intense dislike towards Caroline. “Just look at her…it’s so sad how hard she has to try to make it seem as if she isn’t trying at all. Pathetic.”

nick to gigi: ‘i’m like a mailman, except instead of mail, it’s hot sex that i deliver.’

Nick never failed to show up whenever there was some type of fun to be had. It was one of her favorite things about her brother; he always came through and today was no exception. “That’s my favorite kind of delivery,” Gigi smiled, taking his hand and pulling him with her towards her bed, not bothering to close the door behind them. She took a seat and wasted no time in undoing his belt and zipper, slipping her hand through the opening of his boxers. 

 charlotte to mariana: ‘i don’t mean to be laughing, but are you okay?’ 

This wasn’t anything new to Mariana; it was as if she was cursed or something. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a decent time with any guy that wasn’t Nick Langley. Then again, a decent time with Nick usually just consisted of sex which was always satisfying but there had to be someone out there that could hold her attention where sex wasn’t involved. “I’m fine,” she shrugged, taking her heels off before walking past her step-sister. “It’s not the first time I come home without the guy I left with. Laugh all you want, it’s really nothing to me.”

odessa to ryan: ‘i think you need me too much.’

Wherever this conversation was going, it wasn’t headed anywhere that seemed to be pleasant. They had been over it times before but they would always end up on square one. That’s how things always seemed to go for them despite the fact that they’d basically been in love with each other since high school. “Maybe,” Ryan exhaled unable to keep his eyes on her. He’d been the fool all this time anyway. He’s the one that should have just made the move instead of pretending like the feelings weren’t there; he shouldn’t have run off to New York and married someone that wasn’t her. “But, can you blame me?”

[hadesdarkness]

underworldbride:

This was how these arguments always ended up, and to be perfectly frank, Nina was fucking tired of it. The one and only thing Spencer could actually offer, she was refusing to give - but not this time. Nina needed some kind of closure, and she would fight like hell for it before she let Spencer walk away yet again. “No, you don’t get to walk away again.” The girl had not made a move to leave, but Nina had gotten very good at reading the signs. Instead, she grabbed her by the arm and dragged her outside the bar where they could be alone. “You said you don’t owe me anything, but you do. You owe me an explanation. All this time and you’ve never told me why. I deserve that, Spencer.”

Before Spencer could protest she was already being dragged out of the bar but the firm grip that Nina had on her made her change her mind quickly. Whatever was going to happen between them was better done away from a crowd and away from any sharp objects. Spencer wouldn’t be able to blame Nina for throwing glasses at her if it came down to that. “What the fuck do you need any of that information for?” Spencer asked trying to keep herself under control. Nina seemed to be getting way past that though and it was even a bit scary. “It doesn’t fucking matter, Nina! It’s not going to make you feel better and you’re still gonna fucking hate me... Are you really still holding onto that shit?!”

[hadesdarkness]

underworldbride: 

It was hard to even believe this was not some kind of dream or fantasy. In fact, she was very certain this exact scenario had been played out in her mind before. But she could not bring herself to pinch herself to make sure it was real; if it was a dream, she was going to enjoy it for as long as she could. When their lips brushed, Lydia could feel her heart racing. As if she needed Elise’s words to make her feel any bolder, before she could even get the rest of her sentence, Lydia’s lips were against hers, pulling Elise’s hips tight against hers. One kiss and all she could think about was how badly she wanted to get out of there…with her.

It was becoming impossible to keep track of what was going on with each song that passed, and the only thing that could hold her attention right now was the girl she was dancing with. Had it been any other night or any other person, Elise was a sure she would have made up some excuse to leave. Elise had never really been able to set her sights on Lydia before; they hadn’t run in similar circles and to Elise, the other girl always seemed distracted. Tonight was different though and she was hoping that it wasn’t just the alcohol taking a harder effect on her. Before she knew it though, a deep urge to get closer to Lydia took over and was relieved with their newfound contact. It was only a kiss; a kiss that she’d asked for in a way but it seemed to cause the entire room to vibrate on a different wave length. “Wow,” was all she could think as their lips remained connected for what would probably not be long enough.

[hadesdarkness]

underworldbride:

He did not seem especially pleased at her state, but it was not like he was in any place to judge. Mostly she figured he was mad to be interrupted from the cooking network. When the door finally opened, she stumbled inside, taking a hold of his arm and dragging him inside with her. “But would an Uber driver help me in and out of the car and up the stairs? I think not!” She plopped down on the couch, her skirt riding up her thigh but she did not even notice. “You know what you should do? You should make me an omelet.”

His roommate had a way of getting him to do things he normally wouldn’t do for others — he fact that he secretly had feelings for her had a lot to do with it. “I guess, unless you paid him extra or because they like doing pretty girls favors,” he replied thinking that he would actually be a little upset if some random Uber driver tried to go that extra mile for her, not that she didn’t deserve for people to do that. “You want an omelet right now? Would you even be able to hold it in your stomach?” Jason knew what foods upset her stomach and which ones didn’t after a night of drinks but he couldn’t remember if he had made that for her before when she was drunk. “I could if you really want one?”

[underworldbride-blog1]

“Thanks, roomie,” she slurred as he fiddled with the key in the door. Daniella was not the girl who usually stayed out late drinking, but there were exceptions - like when her father called her to ask about her published stories, which consisted of a few beat articles but nothing that would impress him. And, naturally, it was Jason who had to come pick her up. She had already sobered some on the ride home, but she was still very much buzzed. “What would I do without you?”

[hadesdarkness]

Of all days that he had to go find his roommate, it would of course be the night of the MasterChef finale. He’d been looking forward to it all week but he would have to get over it. It wasn’t as if he was just going out to pick up someone he didn’t care about. Jason was aware of the way Dani could be affected by something as insignificant as her fathers ability to show how proud he was of her though and when the phone went off interrupting his show, he was anything but surprised. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said taking the keys away from her, “you just have to renew the Hulu subscription now before I go online and have my shows finale spoiled.” Opening the door faster than she ever would have in her current state, he held it and waited for her to step inside. “That’s a trick question. You’d just call an Uber driver without me.” 

[underworldmusings-blog]

hadesdarkness:

“We both know what it means,” she said quickly finishing off the drink that was supposed to be for Nina. “As soon as something you don’t like happens you get angry and act like you should have the right of way. Don’t like something, including me… deal with it but don’t throw a fit.” She took out a few rolled up bills from her jackets pocket, tossing them onto the bar. “Now I don’t owe you anything.”

On a good day, Nina’s anger and hostility was only barely contained. And right now, it was taking every bit of her self-restraint not to bitch slap her ex-whatever right in front of everyone. But she still hadn’t been in town long, and that last thing she needed was some bar fight with Spencer. And though she was doing her utmost to keep her fists from flying, her eyes burned with fury. “You’re telling me to deal with things? That is rich. Really. Tell me, Spence, have you ever in your life actually dealt with anything?” She scoffed, shaking her head when she tossed the money down. “Case in point.”

[hadesdarkness]

Spencer couldn’t find it in herself to continue arguing with Nina but she also couldn’t make herself walk away. It was all so stupid and pointless; they both should have been past the things that happened between them. “I have dealt with things. Not always in the right way but I have,” she shrugged, rolling her eyes at the money. “You said I owed you a drink and then refuse to take payment for the one I stole? Suit yourself, I’m sure someone else here would love to willingly buy you a drink anyway.”

[underworldmusings-blog]

hadesdarkness:

Most people she had met at places like these were much more forward than Lydia. It was a bit hard to pinpoint whether Lydia was even interested in the whole interaction at all but so far the signs hadn’t been bad ones so it was best to go along with everything. “I can’t remember the last time I drank so much I could remember my name but maybe we’ll make that happen on another occasion,” she laughed, getting a little more into the moment and where it was headed. The music was taking over and with that she quickly decided to let Lydia take the lead as well, after all what was the worse that could possibly happen? She was now dancing with who was probably the most attractive person in the entire building.

That extra drink had been a necessary step if this night was to end on a good note. There was a fine line between confidence-boosting drunk and messy drunk; and right now, Lydia was teetering it. It wasn’t that she was lacking for confidence or boldness, but with Elise? It was all out the window. This girl continued to be the exception to all her rules. “I will hold you to that,” she told her with a quirked brow, though her face was impassive, marking just how serious she was about it. If the implication was more nights spent drinking with Elise, Lydia would resort even to blackmail to get that promise. Lydia moved close against Elise’s body, the music thumping and her ears ringing, but she didn’t mind. The whole thing was intoxicating, and surreal, almost as though this were a dream and not really happening at all. After a few songs, sweat began to form at her temple, and she was glad she had chosen an ensemble that left little to the imagination. With each change in song, she grew a bit bolder, grinding up against the other girl, running her fingers through her hair. Now their faces were so close it was all she could do not to kiss her, but jumping in too fast might scare her away, which was the last thing Lydia wanted.

[hadesdarkness]

This was something that Elise had never imagined would happen; at least not now. Remembering all of the times they could have talked or even become friends back in high school kind of made tonight seem impossible. Something about the girl she was dancing with always looked distracted, or as if she couldn’t even keep eye contact with Elise long enough to really let herself think about being more than just acquaintances. Something happened from the moment she walked over to Lydia and now though that made things feel different. Elise wasn’t sure if it was something that was just meant to happen tonight or if it was the drinks in her system which had actually been pretty hard — she would never underestimate another one of Bernie’s drinks again. Now every beat of whatever song was playing felt like it was making the entire room vibrate, the closer their bodies got the inhibitions disappeared along with any lingering fear that tonight was going to go bad. Putting her arms around Lydia’s neck as they moved together to the music, she pulled her in a bit more making their lips brush lightly for a brief second. “What are you waiting for...” she said hoping Lydia understood what she meant. 

[underworldmusings-blog]

hadesdarkness:

It wasn’t something that was hitting her very hard, but she was now starting to wonder why it was so difficult to come across people that could hold an actual conversation for more than 2 minutes. Had it been anyone else there she was sure she would’ve had to find an exit route or even just make out with them so they’d stop talking. “Well so far you’re golden,” Elise said reassuring the girl. “You are making a very good point though, I’m not sure I could handle twelve more — maybe another four or five but not twelve,” she shook her head laughing lightly. For a moment Elise wondered how many times someone like Lydia might’ve been disappointed with the people she came across there but quickly pushed the thought aside; they hardly knew each other and she wasn’t going to start off their possible friendship with too many hard hitting questions. What happened next went by too fast for Elise to even process thoroughly but she went along with Lydia’s request anyway and left her seat. “You’re the first person that doesn’t ask, just went right for it… I like that,” she added, still holding onto Lydia’s hand as they headed towards the floor while Snakehips’ Cruel began to play throughout the club.

The conversation wasn’t the best, but then small talk had never much been Lydia’s strong suit. Besides, there was a lot of pressure and her mind was all over the place. All she could think about was how best not to totally blow things now that they were actually talking. “Four more and you probably wouldn’t remember your own name.” She joked, but it was the truth. One time she asked how much alcohol was in Bernie’s signature drink and he only shook his head at her. “I’m a go-getter,” she said in her ear, the music now so close was too loud for them to hear over. She imagined how Spencer would have laughed at that, all things considered, but she refused to let her best friend ruin this moment. With a smirk, she grabbed the other girl’s waist and pulled her close.

[hadesdarkness]

Most people she had met at places like these were much more forward than Lydia. It was a bit hard to pinpoint whether Lydia was even interested in the whole interaction at all but so far the signs hadn’t been bad ones so it was best to go along with everything. “I can’t remember the last time I drank so much I could remember my name but maybe we’ll make that happen on another occasion,” she laughed, getting a little more into the moment and where it was headed. The music was taking over and with that she quickly decided to let Lydia take the lead as well, after all what was the worse that could possibly happen? She was now dancing with who was probably the most attractive person in the entire building.

[hadesdarkness]

LOGAN → LACEY: all i want is for them to leave me the fuck alone

LOGAN → LACEY: and definitely not to drag you into this

LOGAN → LACEY: please, i need you

LACEY → LOGAN: we both know that isn't going to happen any time soon. you would have to go completely ghost on them to leave you alone.

LACEY → LOGAN: it doesn't matter if they try to drag me in...just come home fast and i'll help you forget about what happened

[hadesdarkness]

PRESTON → SANTIAGO: hey dont get all sentimental on me

PRESTON → SANTIAGO: i'm fine, alright? seriously. i'm just doing what i always do

PRESTON → SANTIAGO: if you buy me a present, i guess i'll show my handsome mug

SANTIAGO → PRESTON: i can get as sentimental as i want, giselle says its cute

SANTIAGO → PRESTON: i dont really care if it's what you always do. what you always do sometimes gets you into deep shit

SANTIAGO → PRESTON: you're getting two presents. actually like 10, you know giselle gets crazy with gifts

[hadesdarkness]

EMMETT → MARISSA: whatever your plans are this weekend, cancel them

EMMETT → MARISSA: we are going out town

MARISSA → EMMETT: where are we going?

MARISSA → EMMETT: you're saving me from a weekend of having to help jyll clean out the attic btw so i'm gonna be extra nice to you now ;)

[underworldmusings-blog]

hadesdarkness:

“It’s been a really long day, and if this is the way you’re gonna be then lets just stick to my plan, yea?” she suggested once again, taking the drink the bartender had just set in front of Nina. “Wouldn’t want to make things worse.”

“If this is the way I’m gonna be? What the fuck does that even mean, Spencer?” Part of her knew she was too drunk to be having this conversation right now, but Nina had never been particularly good at backing down. “And now you owe me a drink.”

[hadesdarkness]

“We both know what it means,” she said quickly finishing off the drink that was supposed to be for Nina. “As soon as something you don’t like happens you get angry and act like you should have the right of way. Don’t like something, including me... deal with it but don’t throw a fit.” She took out a few rolled up bills from her jackets pocket, tossing them onto the bar. “Now I don’t owe you anything.”

[underworldmusings-blog]

hadesdarkness:

“Not for the rest of the night. What’s the occasion? I thought you were going to spend the night at home with Aria?”

“Good,” she said, moving past her sister to enter the room. Kait took a deep breath, drawing all the strength she had to hold herself together. “The thing is, we broke up.” The words were said without an ounce of sadness or genuine emotion at all, but her sister knew her well enough to decipher Kait speak by now. “Which is why I really need to drink this bottle of wine.”

[hadesdarkness]

“Wait, what?” she asked, her eyes following her sister as she walked past her into the room. “What do you mean you broke up?...Why?” The worry was building, knowing that whatever happened between the girls was a lot harder than Kait was letting on. “How could you have broken up?”

[underworldmusings-blog]

hadesdarkness:

“No taste. None whatsoever, but I guess that makes her…well rounded?” she questioned herself thinking of all the guy choices her friend has made over the years. “You’re kidding right? You of all people, you’re the most cautious person I know — besides Reid… PREGNANT?! I’m.. I don’t know what’s going on right now this is the Twilight Zone.”

“I don’t know if well-rounded is the word I would use,” she answered, though she was clearly distracted by something else weighing heavier on her mind. “Though I appreciate the sentiment, we both know that’s not entirely true.” Now she was digging her nails into her palms, a sign that she was anxious. “I don’t even know…I’ve been sick every morning, I am three weeks late. I haven’t taken a test, but we haven’t -” She took a deep breath. “I don’t know what to do.”

[hadesdarkness]

Marissa could hardly believe the words coming out of her best friends mouth as she stared at her in silence. “You need to take a test...” she replied instantly, standing up from the couch to fill her glass of wine again. “You need to take at least three tests and then you have to tell him about it ASAP if it turns out you are pregnant. Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

[hadesdarkness]

LYDIA → SPENCER: when have you ever been nice to me?

LYDIA → SPENCER: stop it. now i'm blushing like some fucking schoolgirl

LYDIA → SPENCER: i feel like a yandere

LYDIA → SPENCER: this is so embarrassing

LYDIA → SPENCER: I NEED NOTECARDS

SPENCER → LYDIA: i've always been nice what are you talking about??

SPENCER → LYDIA: you know what, i dont think you need notecards...you probably need xanax

[underworldmusings-blog]

hadesdarkness:

“I’d like to think so, and you strike me as that kind of person too. Except I doubt you would have taken a drink someone someone like that and pretended to like it,” Elise laughed while nodding towards the girl that had bought her now long gone drink. Back in school despite their lack of contact, Elise heard a lot about both Lydia and her best friend. The two weren’t the relationship types but they didn’t have a hard time finding someone to make up for what they needed as far as sex was concern. It was no surprise that it hadn’t changed much for Lydia. “I can’t say that time was the prime of my life either, plus it was so long ago that it just seems too insignificant to think about anymore.” Elise had never been much of a serious dater back in high school; there just never seemed to be good options and whenever someone looked like they had potential they just never crossed paths at the right time. “Sometimes,” she shrugged pushing the cup away from her once she finished it off. “Not going to lie I have gone home with someone a few times but it’s not something that happens all the time. There are times I’d rather throw in the towel for the night and go home alone which is better than ending up disappointed. I’ve got one too many sad war stories for my liking.” She didn’t think someone like Lydia would have that trouble often. The really gorgeous girls always seemed to pick them right, even if just for one night.

Lydia straightened up in her seat. “I like to think I do.” It was becoming obvious, at least to Lydia, this conversation was about more than drinks. If only Elise knew the only person Lydia even entertained the thought of spending more than one night with was her - a fact that her best friend mocked her for incessantly. “If we keep up the high school talk, I am going to need about twelve more of these,” she joked, despite the truth in the statement. “There is the occasional disappointing night.” Which is why Lydia’s one and done rule was so helpful. “Sad indeed. It is such a shame you have left disappointed.” She knew she had to step up her game. She was good at this - flirting, sweet talking, luring a girl in. If she let this girl, the only girl who had more than fuck buddy potential, get away because she was too intimidated to make a move, she was sure she would never live it down. “We will have to remedy that. Come dance with me,” she said, already grabbing her hand to pull her out of her seat.

[hadesdarkness]

It wasn’t something that was hitting her very hard, but she was now starting to wonder why it was so difficult to come across people that could hold an actual conversation for more than 2 minutes. Had it been anyone else there she was sure she would’ve had to find an exit route or even just make out with them so they’d stop talking. “Well so far you’re golden,” Elise said reassuring the girl. “You are making a very good point though, I’m not sure I could handle twelve more — maybe another four or five but not twelve,” she shook her head laughing lightly. For a moment Elise wondered how many times someone like Lydia might’ve been disappointed with the people she came across there but quickly pushed the thought aside; they hardly knew each other and she wasn’t going to start off their possible friendship with too many hard hitting questions. What happened next went by too fast for Elise to even process thoroughly but she went along with Lydia’s request anyway and left her seat. “You’re the first person that doesn’t ask, just went right for it... I like that,” she added, still holding onto Lydia’s hand as they headed towards the floor while Snakehips’ Cruel began to play throughout the club.

[underworldmusings-blog]

hadesdarkness:

The exchange between Lydia and the bartender was entertaining, mostly because of the unamused expressions from the bartender. She wasn’t even sure if the guy’s name was Bertie but she wouldn’t question it, instead she thanked him when he placed her drink down in front of her. “Thank you, I didn’t know how to get rid of it without really hurting anyone’s feelings,” she said with a sigh of relief. The drink really was horrible; worse than the cheapest bear on the market. With a small smirk she brought the cup up to her lips, “I’m glad you approve of my taste in alcohol,” she added then finally took a drink. This was already much better than any other interaction she’d had with anyone else from all the times she had been there before. “Thank you, I was hoping you’d feel that way. We never really knew each other back during the high school days, I wasn’t sure if you’d think I was being too forward just coming up to you the way I did. I bet you’re used to it though, you must get a lot of girls wanting to have a drink with you,” Elise stopped unsure if the comment would come off the way it was now sounding in her head. “I mean you must get approached a lot, is all. Not assuming it’s a ‘you must get to take a lot of girls home with you’ type of way.”

There were plenty of occasions that Lydia had just rejected a drink right then and there, not caring to hurt other people’s feelings. When it came to taking girls home, for her, she did not care about their emotional state, as long as they were a good lay. So truthfully, she couldn’t relate. “You strike me as the kind of person with good taste,” she said, mirroring her smirk. “I know,” was all she said, a million memories of watching the other girl from a distance flooding her mind, all the missed opportunities to actually speak to her. “Yeah, high school was not exactly the prime of my life,” she said, trying to gloss over the subject. How could she say she spent most of time staring her and thinking up scenarios in her head where she would go talk to her? Lydia laughed. “Too forward? I don’t think such a thing exists.” After all, Lydia’s reputation revolved around her bedroom affairs. “I don’t normally go home alone, if that’s what you’re asking,” she said with a lighthearted laugh. “But I’m sure you have you’d never have to either.” Then again, Lydia could not imagine anyone not wanting to take Elise hom, herself especially included.

[hadesdarkness]

“I’d like to think so, and you strike me as that kind of person too. Except I doubt you would have taken a drink someone someone like that and pretended to like it,” Elise laughed while nodding towards the girl that had bought her now long gone drink. Back in school despite their lack of contact, Elise heard a lot about both Lydia and her best friend. The two weren’t the relationship types but they didn’t have a hard time finding someone to make up for what they needed as far as sex was concern. It was no surprise that it hadn’t changed much for Lydia. “I can’t say that time was the prime of my life either, plus it was so long ago that it just seems too insignificant to think about anymore.” Elise had never been much of a serious dater back in high school; there just never seemed to be good options and whenever someone looked like they had potential they just never crossed paths at the right time. “Sometimes,” she shrugged pushing the cup away from her once she finished it off. “Not going to lie I have gone home with someone a few times but it’s not something that happens all the time. There are times I’d rather throw in the towel for the night and go home alone which is better than ending up disappointed. I’ve got one too many sad war stories for my liking.” She didn’t think someone like Lydia would have that trouble often. The really gorgeous girls always seemed to pick them right, even if just for one night.