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Eliot grumbled under his breath, despite of course knowing Kian was right. He huffed and slowly began unveiling the blanket from covering his whole face. And of course the majority had to do with the stupid ball and all that ensued as of late. “Too much, that’s what’s wrong, Ki.” Elliot shook his head before unable to help a grin beginning to form at the mention of her throwing punches at people. “Just as I would for you. And I mean, I would consider it, if the problem didn’t consist of my own sister…I think that’s a big issue. I didn’t see you at the ball. At the hotel our parents own, even. Or even played a game of pool.” He stated dejectedly. “But… yeah… so that whole ridiculous announcement? Vi’s apparently involved with it. And oh no, that’s not even the half of it. I argued with practically half the crowd and her even before that.” Elliot shrugged. “So yeah, I’m just being lied to all around these days.”

“You know there’s never too much whenever it comes to me, at least I hope you do.” she said, muttering the last sentence to herself though it was probably loud enough for him to hear.Kian knew that she had been a lousy friend as of late, and not that she was doing it on purpose but whenever things got too hard for Kian, she would always isolate herself and it was never a good strategy to work with. “I know, and I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been a good friend lately, but that’s gonna change, I promise. Just like you said to me, remember? Now it’s my turn to hold up my side of the deal.” she said, looking for his eyes as she threw him a reassuring smile. Kian heaved a sigh at the mention of his sister, feeling more worried than most. “El, what happened?” Kian asked before letting out another sigh, tugging on the blanket again. “What about we do something today? You say the word, and I’ll take you there right now.”

#chat #chat: elliot

The night of the ball was still reeling in Alex’s mind. He hadn’t been able to sleep with everything that had happened, his bar almost drank dry as he wallowed with his dependable best friend – scotch. He almost didn’t hear the door having passed out on the couch in drunk exhaustion and as the person continued their incessant knocking, he shuffled to his feet and dragged his large frame over barely able to hold himself up. “Kiaaaaan!” He called out throwing himself on top of her for a hug. “My life is a lie…” he muttered dramatically with a helpless whimper.

“Whoa, Alex!” Kian said as she threw her arms out in front of him before catching him in her arms, stumbling a little from the sudden contact but managing to steady the both of them. “Have you been drinking? It’s only twelve in the afternoon.” she said, her tone laced with worry as she pushed open the front door and moved them towards the couch. “What do you mean your life is a lie? What happened? Do... do I even want to know what happened?”

#chat #chat: alex

Abel didn’t realise how much he needed his sister’s support until he sat next to her now, allowing her to hug him and giving her a pat on the back simultaneously. He clearly wasn’t one for affection but, showed it when he needed to. “I’m fine I guess, tired.” An easy lie, one that slipped from his lips all too effortlessly more often than not. “I’ll have the same,” he mumbles, before heaving a sigh and lowering his gaze. A furrowed brow a tell tale sign he was struggling with news of Maya. “Yeah, I heard. I mean, at this point that blog could’ve been anyone and.. who knows if we ever really knew Maya. How do you ever know anyone? Plus, that blog never really said a bad thing about any one of us. —But then.. a part of me, Kian, seriously thinks it wasn’t her. I mean it just.. doesn’t seem in her nature to do something like this.”

“If you’re gonna lie to me, hermano, at least make it believable.” Kian said as she let out a light chuckle, resting her chin on the palm of her hands as she looked over at her obviously tired twin brother. She worried about him too much and too often, and that probably would never change. “I don’t think it’s her either, I really don’t think she has the capacity to do something like this. But I yelled at her this morning, which is probably the excuse as to why I’m behind a bar right now.” she said, another chuckle coming out of her though with more force. “Regina’s been freaking out, so much so that it landed her and Milo in a fight.” she said, bringing the glass to her lips but not before thanking the bartender. “How is she, by the way? This job has me at the edge of my seat every single time, I just hope you’re taking care of yourself too.”

#chat #chat: abel

“Your stepmother is S.” The words were stated so bluntly and without her usual finesse that Regina almost believed them to have been once more uttered by another individual, however it was the ire coursing through her system which pinpointed her as the culprit. “I might have asked Milo if he knew and, of course, he reacted as one might expect.” As anyone might if they were being accused of something they hadn’t done, though she refused to voice her own faults. “S knew about my life, Kian. Intimate details about my friendships, my relationships… I don’t know who to trust anymore.”

“Yeah, I heard.” Kian said as she brought the glass she had been nursing in her hands to her lips, feeling the need to do something but sit through a silence as she acknowledged the recent news of Maya. “I know, Gina. As it did about mine and my family, and everyone else I care about.” she sighed, not really knowing what to do at this point as her last conversation with Maya regarding this topic didn’t seem to go well. That was her own fault though. “You can trust me. I’m not trying to change your mind, but do you really think Maya is capable of doing something like that? I mean, maybe to me. I haven’t been the most welcoming to her, but... Gina, I really don’t think it’s her. I could name about everyone else in the Upper East Side that could possibly be the Saboteur, but Maya? I don’t know.”

#chat #chat: regina

“Well… maybe.” Maya was distraught, and she panicked out loud. But it had been a few hours since, and even though her makeup had stayed in place, almost all of her look disheveled, out of order perhaps. She followed into Kian’s room, closing the door behind her. “Do you really think I could do something like this?” The accusations hurt; every single time, it felt like she was being staked through the heart. There weren’t any tears left to cry, but that lump still formed in throat. But this whole situation, it put Maya on edge. She was tired and wired, her body hurt and all of it compounded to was, “I know you and I have never seen eye to eye. And I don’t think we’ve gotten better than ever before. Honestly, at this point… I’m not even surprised by your disbelief. I’ve always been just Maya, the woman who tried to replace someone. An accessory. Just something to project on, because it’s easy to do just that.” The anger seethed, but Maya kept her mouth shut. “I am not the Saboteur, and that’s all I have to say.”

“Do you want me to lie to you, or tell the truth?” Kian deadpanned. She should’ve known better than to believe anything that was written on the internet, especially anything from the Gazette itself. For someone that had fallen victim of their rumours and lies and just being dragged through the website, she really should’ve known better. Maya’s anger came as shock to her, even though it shouldn’t have -- especially after jumping into conclusions right away. But she had never seen her step mother in such a rage and at this point, she couldn’t blame her. The wound of her mother had still been so fresh, the last thing she wanted right now was to lose another mother -- a good one, at least. “I don’t really know who or what to believe these days, Maya, but you can’t fault me for feeling the slightest bit hurt by this news. I just spent half of my life believing that my biological mother was dead so if she can lie to me so easily, anybody else can -- you can.” she rambled on, though stopped before she could say anything else anymore once she got a proper look at the expression on Maya’s face. The last thing she wanted to do was fight with her, she had spent years crucifying this woman that did nothing but make her father happy, she wasn’t about the spend another year hating her. “Sorry.” she said lowly, after what seemed to be an hour stretch of silence. She brought her fingers through her hair ass she brushed them through her hair in frustration. “I’m sorry.” she added, her voice more calm and level this time around. Kian had already started to get on her feet and walked towards the woman in hopes to find a way, anyway to comfort her. “I just don’t know what to think, Maya. A lot of people are either confused or angry, or both.”

#chat #chat: maya

nadia: my brother just called you abel's sister.

nadia: the amount of disrepect.

nadia: don't worry i'm already planning to avenge you

nadia: i changed his contact name is "kian's brother's friend" on my phone.

kian: not sure if that's an upgrade to the usual mispronunciation of my name, i might as well legally change my name to cayenne lmao.

kian: honestly the amount of loyalty from you makes up for it so i can't even be mad.

kian: but just to get back at him i'll change his contact number to "nadia's brother (don't answer)."

#text #text: nadia

Elliot groaned exasperatedly, attempting to pull the blanket from her couch back up and over him further. Although her mention did have him turning towards her. “You’re cooking’s never bad.” He still muttered practically into the material. “If you do, yes? Because I know you’re the only one who wouldn’t lie to me.” He put emphasis on the particular word. The gala, the past few weeks, had been horrible, to say the least. As she maneuvered him though, Elliot gave her a pout, yet still obliged. “Oh you know, nearly everyone in my life is lying to my face, and I argued with pretty much the whole crowd at the ball, the usual, right?”

“Another lie.” Kian chuckled as she adjusted the blanket on him, knowing Elliot well enough that once he made a decision, he’d stick to it and that included her couch right now. His words caught her train of thought before turning her head towards him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I know that tone. What do you mean lie to you, what’s going on?” she asked, not being able to help the knot forming in the pit of her stomach at the mention of the ball. Kian spent most of her night crammed in a corner with Abel, in attempt to avoid the event all together and for most part, she succeeded. But that also meant that she wasn’t there for her friend, and she didn’t know what felt worse. “What happened? Is everything okay? Do I need to start throwing hands? Because I know I’m not the type, but I would for you. Come on, talk to me.”

#chat #chat: elliot

“Do you really wanna play that game?” He grabbed the beer from her and chugged some of it, letting out a sigh when he was sufficiently satisfied. Kai was still going to drink this beer though if it was going to make Kian feel better. There was one thing he cared about more often than not and that was making her happy. If she needed to talk, he would be a listening ear. Which was what he was going to do right now. “Those people are clearly just making guesses. They don’t really know you so don’t let them get to you. Hell, it could be one of them for all we know.”

“I want to play whatever game it takes to forget what happened at the event.” Kian mumbled, mostly to herself though was loud enough for him to hear. It was only twelve in the afternoon, but not like she had anywhere important to go and she was just hoping that he didn’t either. “It seems to be a trend lately. First mom, now Maya?” she said, letting out a dry chuckle. Kian heaved a sigh and ran her hand through her hair in frustration before turning to him. “I’m sorry, I don’t meant to dump my problems on you all the time. I haven’t even asked how you’ve been. Please tell me you at least had a good night last night?”

#chat #chat: kai

“Hermana,” Abel breathes in relief, knowing his sister was well and okay from the threats of the Saboteur. That, and any other threats held against him, inflicted upon his immediate family. Abel was in a constant state of worry over any loved ones getting hurt, which is why he tried his best not to be too involved in the antics of the Cartel, more so desiring to be on the sidelines. He gives his sister a kiss on the cheek, a slight, brief smile appearing. “Good thinking. If only I could switch off my phone.” Gesturing with a nod of his head to the bar stool beside him, he heaves a sigh, waving over the bartender. “What can I get you to drink?”

“How you holding up?” Kian threw an arm around him and gave him a small hug before sliding herself onto the bar stool next to him. “It’s fine, your job is definitely in more high demand than mine is. It’s probably a good idea to keep it on.” she said in a bit of a mumble. She worried about her brother all the time, that was obvious, but she trusted him above anything. Almost immediately, she let out a sigh of relief after been on her feet all night long. “Something strong, please.” she chuckled. For someone that constantly wore uncomfortable ballet slippers, Kian would never get used to high heels -- a downside for her whenever it came to big events. “Did you hear about Maya? Do you think it’s real? I mean, after mom, I just... I don’t know.”

#chat #chat: abel

“Milo and I had a fight.” She spoke whilst waving a hand over their food, attempting to cool it at the same time distracting herself from the words which pierced her chest like knives. “Abel and I also had a fight.” The latter was hardly new information, she and Abel had always been at odds since their initial fallout. “It seems the only Hendrix I’m not on poor terms with today is you. Isn’t it funny how that works?”

“A fight? You and Milo? What am I, in an alternate universe?" Kian started through a light chuckle, hoping that it would make the situation a little lighter though probably failed. She cleared her throat and moved her gaze towards the food at the mention of her brothers. “That ones more believable.” another joke. “You’ll always be good with me.” she pointed out. Instead of throwing any more of her attempts to make her friend feel better, Kian sat up straight in her chair and gave her her undivided attention. “What happened?”

#chat #chat: regina

“Well, an open bar is usually my oyster, and I love tasting alcohol! Honestly. I want a mimosa so bad… or at least the illusion of a mimosa.” Maya frowned, mostly at her glass. “Oh, I’m going to hold it over his head. He pretty much sold me out in front of those families, like this.” She cleared her throat, trying to mimick Matteo’s voice, “Ahh carino, what a funny guy David is, isn’t he? Why aren’t you laughing, Maya? Cat got your tongue. Oh, she’s usually a riot! He’s just lucky I’m nice.” Kian had a point though; she was at the Ritz-Carlton, after all. A place who’s designing Maya could admire all day, really. So she walked the path that Kian led, arm in arm. “Technically, I should have two drinks then. Because I’m doing everything for two, including socialising!”

TIME SKIP.

Kian opened the door to her hotel room, thinking it would be better to stay at the Ritz Carlton rather than driving home after digesting one too many cocktails at the event. Taking full advantage of the hotel, she ordered a room for herself and found Maya standing at the front door of her room. “Did Abel tell you I was here? I was kinda avoiding you on purpose.” she sighed, and left the door open before walking towards the couch, not bothering to give her an invitation to come inside. “Unless you’re here to tell me that you’re not the online troll, then I’m not really interested in what you have to say to me, Maya.”

#chat #chat: maya

“I will admit… I am quite inebriated now. But not inebriated enough to know that the bartender is cutting me off. I’m being handed coke like I’m a two year old, and this will not do. Should I go hand this drink back?”

“That makes one of us, Ale.” Kian chuckled as she waved the bartender over, in attempt to get their attention but failed when they seemed to be more invested in the contents of their phone. “Huh... I’m gonna take a wild guess and assume that’s something on the Gazette.” she said, pressing her lips together. “Come on, how about we get out of here? There’s a better bar that I know downtown. We may be a little overdressed though.”

#chat #chat: alejandro

@alexnielscn.

“Oh good, you’re alive.” Kian started once the door swung open in her face and revealed Alex. Her tone had been light and playful, making it obvious that she was joking -- Kian would drop anything when it came to a handful of people, one of them being Alex himself. Not waiting for him to welcome her in, she stepped inside his house herself and moved towards the couch. “I got your text message, along with your thirty other missed calls. Wanna tell me whats going on?”