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There wasn’t much familiarity in the rolling hills of Italy. When the air was cold there was a warm breeze that whipped up and coated her skin, there wasn’t a bite back from it like in New York. The people were smiling, friendly and inviting and she didn’t feel the need to bark curses at the men who watched her walk by. She both hated it and loved it, loved the sensation she got, the urge to stay in Italy and start a whole new life, change her name, but loathed the guilt that bubbled from her stomach and inched it’s way up her throat, ready to spew out in painful memories of her sister Robin. The only thing familar in italy so far was the fact she was allowing Miles back into her life, he was a stepping stone, had been for years now, someone who took care of her but someone she found herself pushing away at all costs. Yet here she was, waiting outside of the villa after receiving his text to meet her by the stairs, smoking a cigarette and dolled up just for him. Eyes rolling when he pulled around the curb, large body looking almost comical as he pulled the baby blue vespa to a stop, “You look insanely stupid,” The blonde muttered as she stepped down the stairs, looking him over, “There’s no way we’re both fitting on that thing.” @yourshellofgrief

#c: miles

JAMESON, lana.

Already sufficiently buzzed, Lana plucked her third strawberry from the pack torn open between them, hastily rinsed and still dripping. “That’s kinda scary. The Russia part. I tweeted once that Vladimir Putin should just clap some cheeks and calm down, like, become putinmyass69 as an alias online, or something, let off some steam. I’ve been a target of the KGB, since. It’s super fucked up, Harper. Every day I’m fighting for my life.” A highly dramatized version of the fact that said tweet had been flagged. Chunk of the berry bitten and chewed, she thumbed a drop of juice from her bottom lip, accepting the bottle with a free hand. Swigging post swallow, Lana let out a hum akin to a cat’s purr. She felt like a sunflower, face inclined to soak the warm rays, smile creeping in slow. Unfinished fruit clunked into the container, Lana sucked whether stick remained on her index, her middle finger. “How about both? I wanna give that dumb reptile a heart attack.” Then, like she was a pickpocket, she leaned in after catching Harper by the jaw, lips mingling with mutual remnants of wine. It wasn’t the kiss she was stealing, though. It was the head start. Pulling away after getting a little too engrossed, zipping zero to a hundred as she always tended, she was up on her feet in a flash, already leaping for the grass with her hands on her dress. Fabric hiking, steps bounding. Her voice trembled with it, ribs surged with a laugh. “First to the other side stick and pokes whatever they wanna!”

“You better be careful with that.” Harper let her body stretch, arms over her head and toes pointing out, enjoying the warm sun beating against her skin before relaxing further on the blanket the two shared as she watched Lana eat her berry, a serine and inviting display, making her hum, “Before you know it you’re gonna be waking up in some weird gulag with some Liam Neeson American NSA agent on the phone with your captor, “ The blonde pushed back up on her arms, palms holding her weight as she offered a bright grin, “He’s been watching you for years and when the KGB got you he broke protocol and flew across the ocean just to hunt you down and kill your captors, sounds like a fucking summer blockbuster to me eh? I should be a film major.” Harper’s laugh was loud, mimicking that of her late sisters, their laughs both identical bells that always brought the attention of others to them. Harper barely had time to register the girls next statement though, feeling her lips to hers, the sensation making her melt easily as she tilted her head up to lengthen it, always one to fall deep into the fleeting affection of others, but before she could get the kiss she wanted Lana was at her feet, dancing away from her with glee. “Hey!” Harper huffed out a disbelief laugh as she fumbled to get up, their banquet of berries and fine wine and cheese forgotten as tried to follow after her, “I smoke like three packs a week Lana this isn’t fair!”

#c: lana

FOWER, leo.

If there was something Leo never had trouble with, it was making himself feel at home in the company of strangers. He’d spent the last two hours milling around on the outdoor patio of a loud pub when he’d come over to congratulate the head of the family on her 90th birthday - balloons had adorned the patio, and he’d just had enough to drink that he didn’t even need to second guess the action. Cheeks flushed now from the amount of wine and Italian liquors he’d been treated to, Leo practically threw himself over the railing of the patio when he noticed Harper about to walk by, “Harper! C’mere!” Waving her closer, Leo waited until she pressed against the opposite side of the railing to whisper, “I can barely understand these people but they’ve been, like, practically drowning me in booze all night, just play along,” he insisted, before turning back to the large party and gesturing to Harper, “Guys! This is the wife I was talking about!” Realistically, Leo should have filled Harper in on the story he’d threaded about his life back in America, but it didn’t seem relevant then, “She’s gonna join us! Here, climb over,” he instructed, already reaching to grab her at the waist and assist her.

The trip had been something she’d pictured as a kid. Her and robin lounging on the rotting wood floors of the dinky little apartment her sister saved up for, cutting out scenic landscapes, highlighting the pretty prose descriptions of far way lands so out of their reach that the best they could do was paint the living room over and over again. A rosy pink to match the dusky light of Italy, a midnight blue to pair with he stary sky of Paris, the onyx black with smears of blues and greens and purples, their own rendition of the northern lights in Iceland. It was their dream to get out of New York, to get out of the states, and here Harper was, stumbling on her feet from refusing to follow the spitting rule at the wine tasting, trolling the cobblestone streets of Tuscany, without her sister. She’d been ignoring the guilt of it all night, currently on her way back to the villa to drown herself in it when the joyful familiar voice of Leo caught her attention. Her brow raised when she saw the state of him, apples of his cheeks flushed from inebriation, pearly smile plastered on his all American face… he looked right out of a hallmark movie, and as she leaned over the railing that separated her from him and his new Italian family her interest was piqued, “Wife?” She let herself giggle in a coy manner, going along with his story as her hands found his shoulders, completely unbothered by his hands on her waist as he hauled her over the railing and she found herself easily sitting in his lap, arm sliding across his shoulders and hand reaching over to shake the hand of what she could assume was the matriarch of the family, “Don’t tell me you’ve been mooching off this family all night,” Harper turned her attention back to Leo, giving a playful wink, “I wondered where he ran off too, on our honeymoon at that, shameful.”

#c: leo

COSTELLO, jamie.

“Harp - fuck - Harper, you’ve gotta come watch this,” Jamie implored, rousing himself from the reclined position he had taken up on the villa’s chaise lounge in front of a static-y old tv. Their mission to smoke all of the weed he had found, pried from up underneath a floorboard, was going rough for him so far. “Like watch. Literally,” he sated, placing a finger in front of his eyes, dragging it back and forth like a physician doing an eye exam. “Literally, when I do this, my eyes follow my finger. Isn’t that wild?” He asked her incredulously, his eyes ringed with red. “Wait, I just had the best idea. We should go uh, like pick some grapes. From the vineyard. Doesn’t that sound good? Or let’s get pizza.”

The high was mellow, like a blanket of warmth that covered her head to toe, like the mummified queen of Egypt. She could feel the buzzing of her fingertips down to the soles of her feet but it all came slowly, wafting over her like a cool breeze off the harbor… though the sound of Jamie’s muttered cursing pulled her from her comfort, angled brows pinching in the middle and making her lashes flutter open as he raised up from his own coffin, a bit more wired from his high it seemed than she felt. She watched as he wagged his finger at himself, in shock and awe at his newly found trick making a light chuckle fall from her lips, “You know if you hold your hand like, an inch from your face you can actually see the blood pumping under your skin,” The blonde reached over to try and guide his movements, “Like, here just right in front of your face,” Harper’s voice was low, a playful glint under the surface as she giggled to herself hand on his wrist before groaning in agreement, “Pizza, pizza sounds so amazing, you’re paying.”

#c: jamie

“Rosa!” Harper sang her name, bouncing over to the other like they were life long friends, feeling a bit more outgoing today, probably because of the wine tasting she’d just gotten back from. “Did you know you’re supposed to gargle wine?” Harper let her shoulders drop with a sigh, “Gargle then spit, that’s such a fucking waste, but I did get my hands on this,” She reached into the large tote bag that hung off her shoulder, pulling out a fancy bottle of red wine, “They left it just hanging out on this table in front of the fucking building, like it was nothing, want some?” @rvsasamuels

#c: rosa

It was chilly, just a cool breeze that rolled over the hills and through the streets, whipping her hair back, even with the alcohol that warmed her throat and veins as it was past between her and one of her childhood friends, the chill caused a shiver to run up her spine. “Why am I so fucking cold?” Harper laughed as she held her hand out for the neck of the vodka bottle, leaning against the brick wall and shaking her head, “What do you want to do hm? Head back to the villa or should we pose as newlyweds and bribe our way to free shit?” @cvstellos

#c: will

“You ever think like...the reason they send us on these trips is for some weird social experiment?” The blonde was lounged out on the gingham blanket that was spread across the patchy grass beneath a fig tree, it all felt very surreal, like a scene from an indie film about coming of age and finding love in a foreign country. Frugal spending and wealthy trips weren’t something she was use to, in fact she had about ten dollars to her name at the moment because of all the money she decided to waste on the expensive but high in proof alcohol she’d bought the night prior, currently sipping from the contents of a blackberry flavored wine, “Like what if we’re being filmed right now and it’s being aired in like... Russia or on Mars for some weird reality tv thing, maybe we should make out for views,” Harper teased Lana as she passed the bottle over to her, “Or maybe we should go streaking through the vineyard?” @lanajvmeson

#c: lana

“Think fast,” She bounced the grape off the back of Darby’s head, smiling brightly at the girl with a false innocence, “I think its wild wine comes from these things, also sort of gross... wine’s just rotten fruit,” She pulled another plump purple grape off it’s vine, polishing it against her shirt and holding it out for Darby to try, “Maybe we should start our own wine business.” @darbyalbright

#c: darby

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ALBRIGHT, elenaor.

Earbuds nestled securely into Leo’s ears, she was entirely unaware of the blonde wrestling with the sorry excuse for technology Yates provided its students as Tchaikovsky blared unnervingly loudly through the tiny little speakers, flooding her head with swelling melodies as she stared at her laptop. It wasn’t until the girl swiveled toward her that Leo plucked the earbud out and quirked an eyebrow, “What?” She shook her head then, finally catching wind of what was going on and letting out a low chuckle. “I do now, yeah. I wouldn’t even bother with it, honestly; the administration’s too busy paying for other things. Pointless things, but still other things. Do you not, like, have a laptop of your own?”

There was a pout when she didn’t get an agreeance nor a answer about the computers buzzing failures sounding just like good ol’ Billy Joel, but she ignored it, pout turning to a pursed lipped shrug as she let her arms fall to her sides, leaning back in her chair and listening to the cracks of her tired back. “I had a laptop, I got it from this pawn shop on main street, but that shit crapped out after a couple months, and I can’t afford to get a good one.” Harper trailed her fingers over her arms, feeling herself shiver from the self-inflicted comfort, “I might go bitch to the librarian that her beast of a computer ate my essay and wont give it back, maybe I can get her to write a note to my professor for an extension.”

#c: leo

KELSO, andromeda.

“ if i wanted to bone someone with a boat back home i would have to go to lake las vegas . if i went to lake mead i was lucky if it was an inflatable raft and didn’t get a uti from the dirty ass water , ” she muttered , swiping through the man’s pictures , each one more poorly photoshopped than the last . “ pussy pics are earned , ” she states , though she goes into her collection anyway . she didn’t really mind sending a full nude to the man , at least not one that other’s didn’t already have . “ i guess the photoshop effort calls for something special , ” she sighs dramatically , picking one at random . “ i should send him a link to my onlyfans so he can drop me some cash . speaking of , you got any ideas for content ? i have some but they’re all more effort than i’m currently willing to put in . ”

Her nose wrinkled, “Lake Las Vegas?” Head leaned against the palm of her hand she leaned more, legs stretching out and fingers threading through blonde curls as she tried to picture it, “I’m just picturing topless women and neon lights and abandoned panties just floating right on the surface, like pond scum,” Harper hadn’t traveled much outside of New York, she took a few trips to Connecticut, when Robin wanted to have a wilderness adventure. Their tent had a hole in it and a raccoon ended up eating all their snacks, but despite all that and freezing their asses off she loved it, missed it really, the company of her sister… she would have loved to be at Yates with her if she could. She realized she’d gotten lost in her memories when Romy spoke again, blue eyes shifting to look at the other, fingers dragging along her cheek and drumming the theme for Happy Days, “I say you should do a Halloween special, get one of those like cat tail butt plugs and just go for it.”

#c: romy #nsfw

COSTELLO, jamie.

Head lolled back to the side, Jamie had fallen asleep mid-conversation with a perky brunette with some sort of J name. Or was it a G? He would have had to have been conscious to answer that question. The girl in front of him was so wrapped up in her own story about fixing her cracked phone screen that she had noticed him start to nod off. Only when the drink in his hand tumbled out of his grip and onto her lap did she finally look at his face, shrieking and jumping back in alarm. “What the fuck!” She whined out, Jamie waking with a startle, whipping his head around until he realized what had happened. A shame, really. He had thought maybe she would come up to his room with him. “Wh- wait! Sorry, Jessie. No, fuck, Jessica,” he corrected himself, although she was already stomping off, probably in search of a towel. Jamie straightened up from where he had been sitting, approaching someone else. “Uh, on a scale of one to ten how bad was that? Like if I go apologize right now do you think she’d still sleep with me?” He questioned, flashing his most winning smile afterwards, mostly joking. “And think there’s any coffee in the kitchen if I looked?”

The entire situation was comical. The way the girl babbled on about her iPhones cracked screen, complaining about the 40 dollar screen protector she bought at a discount store for just 10 bucks, clearly the girl didn’t have all the neurons firing in her brain to spot a scam even when it was slapping her in her face. Then of course there was Jamie, lashes fluttering as his eyes drooped, his head tilting with sleep, she was waiting for the snores to start flooding from his down turned lips when his hand fell and the contents of his drink spilled all across the girl’s lap, making Harper laugh at her expense, watching as she ran off with embarrassed and annoyed years in her eyes. “Good fucking job there,” The short blonde chirped at him as he walked over to where she was leaning against the end table, glancing towards the stairs the girl ran up, “I mean, maybe if you actually remembered her name, it was Gina, by the way.” Harper corrected with a tip of her cup, before downing the rest of the vodka cranberry that had been filling it seconds before, setting the empty cup on the table by them, “I don’t know about coffee but I can give you something a bit stronger if you’re feeling up to really waking up.”

#c: jamie