it’s not quite the same as his penthouse affairs, where the low hum of the music’s scintillating bass rattled garlands of crystals draped on ostentatious statues, but it’ll do. there’s music, anyways, and plenty of bodies to spike maverick’s pulse to the level of excitement he frequently chases. there’s alcohol as well, flowing in an abundance he’s sure that even a pretentious school like belvedere would frown upon. it’s worth the risk of a mark on his record, though, and so the partyboy carries on. he’s about to go and interrupt a couple’s intimate whisperings, mouth on neck moreso than ear, when his wine tinted gaze falls upon dash. lips curl into a smirk and maverick reroutes. parties tended to be that much more fun when dash was around. he plucks an unknown drink off a nearby surface and steals another right from someone’s hand as he passes, no concern for the affronted huff. he’s the host; he’s invincible. the borrowed beverage he claims for his own but holds the new one out to his friend. “need a refreshment?” he all but purrs, barely heard over the pounding beat. “glad you made it over -- hadn’t seen you yet and i was getting worried!”
“ do you want an honest answer ? ” she asked , not even caring how sad the answer was. she had other things that were more important , studying be the last on her list of priorities. “ i honestly have no idea how people do this longer than ten minutes , they’re crazy. listen , anything that’s not this… ” she noted , gesturing towards everything in front of her. “ what’re you thinking ? ”
“ i don’t do them at all so i can say with confidence that this was the longest and most productive study session of my schooling career, thus far, ” maverick offered in playful consolation. his mother -- and certainly his academic advisors -- wouldn’t approve of the sentiment but he didn’t put any stock into their approval anyways. “ well, my plans for after this were to get daydrunk and spend an exorbitant amount of money on my next party look -- maybe online but maybe in person if i’m feeling like being noticed. ”
“wow, he’s a rebel.” benji pointed out, because he had shown up to his italian lesson. he liked it too much, and found it a little bit too easy– it was his way to destress– but math? well, he could never deal with numbers. his life would be way better if those didn’t even exist. “oh, no, i know it’s not sad. i can just go back to sleep, but i kinda want some conversation, you know?” he shrugged. “it’s not a crime to want company.” and he defended that, just as much as he defended the fact that being thirsty for attention was not a bad thing either. “oh– well, see, that’s where you’re wrong. i kinda wanted you to come up with the ideas, otherwise, we’ll just end up getting milkshakes.”
“something like that,” mav agrees, “my professors would prefer the term slacker or perhaps shows potential but doesn’t apply himself but i much prefer rebel.” although he was here to ‘apply himself,’ without strong parental guidance he was left mostly unchecked. a few days playing hooky wasn’t going to have consequence in any manner besides maybe his grades. but that was a later worry. “never said it was a crime -- and i’m excellent conversation so you’ve come to the right place.” he whirls on a heel with an inviting glance, knowing that their first step should at the very least be getting off campus. “if you want milkshakes, we can get milkshakes. it’s a bit too early in the day for most of my preferred vices anyhow.”
“ okay , i’m done , this is boring … ” the girl sighed out as she slammed the book closed. what had it been , ten minutes - if that ? “ want to get out of here and do something actually fun ? ” @elitesinfo
“are all study sessions usually this short?” he smirks with a tilt of his head. much like the closing of her book, maverick makes no move to keep his voice down -- despite being in the library. “suppose i might be inclined to actually study more if they were. what’d you have in mind?” come to think of it, he’s had plenty of fun in the library before though none of it related to reading.
“i’m kinda considering skipping my next class…” benji groaned, stretching up rather lazily. perhaps if he weren’t hungover things would be easier, but he could learn a million things, but never the one lesson. “would be kinda sad if i were to do it alone, don’t you think?” he smiled up at the other, totally used to get what he wants with just a smile and a look from his pretty blue eyes. || @elitesinfo
“i haven’t attended a single class all day so perhaps i’m also considering skipping.” the first two were an accident -- he simply forgot he had class -- but the third had been purposeful. “although i can confirm it’s not all sad to skip alone, you seem eager for company so i’ll bite.” he makes a flourishing hand gesture of invitation. “lead the way -- assuming you have plans for this hooky endeavor since you’ve asked me along and all?”
* ◟⋄ ♡ ― lee juyeon, 20, cis male, he/him ╱ did you see that ? it was that FIRST YEAR, MAVERICK ST. CLAIR in the library ! you know that their parents are A TOURING ROCKSTAR and a PROFESSIONAL BALLET DANCER right, that’s kind cool. i don’t know about you but whenever i see them i think of silky shirts half unbuttoned, modern day dionysian parties thrown on a whim, & dangling earrings dripping of opulence and the fact that people describe them as HEDONISTIC & RECKLESS just make me want to get to know them more ! ░ ▸ penned by cece ◟27 ◟cst ◟she/her.
help i’m already causing problems ily admins but one name change later and my brain is happier and ready to write so here we go. i promise mav’s intro is so much less sad than yuri’s and honestly, my own characters would probably hate each other because they’re so different but i digress. find more about this lil heathen below!
PLOTS CAN BE FOUND HERE
BACKSTORY
if you took a good look at his young parents, it’d be pretty easy to see that maverick is the product of a one night stand. two worlds collided: the fast paced grungy world of a traveling rocker and the routine perfection of the professional ballet -- and sparks flew.
a baby wasn’t in the plans but with the knowledge that she’d probably never see the father again, his mother kept the baby and put her career on pause to do so.
despite her korean-american upbringing, the child was named with his father’s stage name as a surname and a suitably rocker chic first name to match.
he’d be a year old by the time he met his father for the first time -- a return tour bringing him back to nyc. he knew of his maverick, vaguely, and wasn’t expected to help out in any way but there was still some natural chemistry between the two and so the child support payments and infrequent visits were scheduled.
now with more monetary support, mav’s mother returned to her work, paying for the finest child care the city could offer.
mav grew with an absentee parent upbringing which gave him no sense of authority and a penchant for mischief. acting up got him attention of his nanny’s if nothing else. but he got what he asked for and was spoiled by the hired help because, i mean, look at him.
music was in his veins and at least growing up, he wanted to be a musician. a singer. maybe a dancer at times. he wanted to be everything but his whims were fleeting and nothing lasted.
maybe it was the flightiness of his upbringing: sometimes dad was in town, sometimes he wasn’t. nurses and nannies came and left. his mother’s mood fluctuated between doting and the undercurrent of resentment for the damper he put in her career trajectory. nothing in his life was stable so why should his interests be?
maverick instead acted on impulse (a trait that would stick with him into young adulthood). he took on momentary interests. picked up hobbies as quickly as he let them drop. he had the same approach with people, friends at school. they interested him until they didn’t and then he could always find something or someone else to replace.
PRESENT
maverick grew into a pleasure seeker. he wanted things that made him feel good in the moment and with an expendable income coming in from both successful parents, that was never a problem.
school wasn’t important to mav but not in a rebellious sort of way. he just didn’t care. blasé about the morality of it, he paid his way through testing and graduated an average student
given his own place at 18 (mother happy to have him out of the house) he spent money with reckless abandon, fueling whatever niche interest he had for the week. animal printed everything, high fashion, obscure sculptures. nothing was off limits.
drinking, drugs, men, women, he was never at a loss of entertainment. he became a frequent at socialite parties -- invited for his good looks, his parental ties but, most importantly, his promise of a good time.
once he started hosting parties of his own, he found his calling. like some modern day dionysus, maverick started hosting filthy parties with every kind of indulgence one could imagine. the only reason he’s been requested to attend belvedere is because some of these hazy, lascivious passion ventures were starting to last days on end and it was causing gossip. he needed some discipline and so though he wasn’t planning on uni, to belvedere he goes
PERSONALITY
in the most basic sense, mav just doesn’t care about anything? but in a chill, lazy smile, it is what it is kind of way. he’s up for whatever and will go along with his impulses so long as he sees some benefit from it.
he’s the popular type. generally known to be fun and not take life too seriously, he’s a good way to kill time. he’s also a compulsive flirter. he can and WILL weave it into any conversation if given the chance.
i would not call him loyal but he’s still good to have around. he’s not going to ‘try’ in school here so good luck to his professors but partying will definitely follow.
FUN FACTS
casually practices polyamory. when i said my muses would hate each other this is a main factor. mav’s out here genuinely hosting orgies and yuri’s got the reputation of a frigid virgin.
definitely doesn’t do ‘long term’ or ‘serious’ relationships but he’ll date casually. for so long as you hold his interest he’ll enjoy the titling of a relationship but not one to enjoy limiting himself for long
has probably purchased a very illegal exotic pet on more than one occasion. was forced to return it to the zoo, sad
has natural musical talent, perfect pitch and a dancer’s flexibility but never developed anything too seriously.
doesn’t know what he wants to do in life besides enjoy it so here we are
if you made it through both intros you deserve a cookie and i love you!
