days of blue sky and placid sunshine

#title: (private event)#ch: (april von drake)#(peach)

@april-von-drake

May made a face, nose scrunching with disgust but it smoothed back out after she had shrugged.

"You would think she'd have more class and desire for comfort," she whispered back, stepping forward carefully so her shoes didn't clack noisily on the tiled floor. Ugh! She wished she had worn ones that were more suitable for sneaking! May hated not having the right outfit and equipment– despite being an actor, she wasn't built for improv.

"Go to all the trouble of hiring a man just to rendezvous in the locker room?" She shook her head in disappointment.

As they got to the door to the room May paused outside of it, pressing against the wall to listen. Trying to gauge how far into the room they were. She glanced back to April, brows furrowing in a silent question, Ready to go in?

Private Event || Peach

At least all April had to do was play the piano.

All things considered, for her, that was pretty easy. And it also meant that May wasn't bossing her around. Instead, all April had to do was make sure the thing was tuned properly. (It always had a sticky key or two, you would think that'd be something Daphne might've fixed, even if Daddy had always been stubborn about it.) April enjoyed sitting on the bench, watching May boss other people around.

Until May marched up to her and April's spine straightened on instinct. May looked like she was on a mission. Did April smell like weed? That was the only thing she thought might have May storming towards her the way that she was.

"Huh? Oh, okay." April said, swiping her phone from where it was laying next to the music sheets. She trotted after May, expertly navigating the busy dining room in her heels.

"Why are you kidnapping me?"

[outfit]

@may-von-drake

#title: (private event)#ch: (april von drake)#(peach)

@april-von-drake

As soon as she had finished her sentence she had turned and headed for the closest exit to the back hallways, not waiting to see if April was following. May simply knew that she would.

"I think I've just caught onto something good," she said in a hushed manner, but not quiet enough to be any sort of whisper. There was no one close enough to be able to hear her (probably) but it was one of those things that made the moment more exciting if she delivered it with a conspiratorial tone.

May paused at the door, holding up her hand to get April to stop before she went through, too. She very carefully opened the door a crack to peer through and let out a little gasp, shuffling back and waving for April to come have a look see.

As soon as the sight of their aunt and that worker bee walking off together toward the employee locker room came into view, May said, "Oooo! I knew that man couldn't have been hired for the right reasons! He kept messing up the napkins– honestly, how hard is it to do a trifold?"

Private Event || Peach

#title: (private event)#ch: (april von drake)#(peach)

@april-von-drake

The Tipton was hosting an event! All hands were on deck that day to set the banquet hall up for the fundraising dinner some company was renting the space out for– well, almost all hands, but two out of three von Drake triplets wasn't bad.

May had been there all morning, as her job this summer included helping the events team with everything and anything they would need. It was rather enjoyable, all check-lists and getting to actively see progress as the space was rearranged and decorated. Or, well, it would have been enjoyable if this one particular employee hadn't been ruining everything he touched and making May have to double back to fix his sloppy mistakes.

She had been keeping an eye on the incompetent man, waiting to have to sweep up his next mess, only to watch him slip out the door to the back hallways. Even though he, like everyone else, was supposed to be putting out cutlery. Her eyes narrowed, and she searched the room for someone she could report her grievances to– only to spot Aunt Daphne.

Who was also walking out the door to the back hallways. She had been more subtle, of course, having picked up a pair of glasses from one of the tables and voicing her disapproval. But instead of sending someone else to replace them, she was going to go do it herself?

As soon as she was out the door May fast-walked herself over to where April was getting set up at the piano. She waved frantically, "Come with me, and bring your phone!"

Are We Going To Prom Or To Hell? || Peach

April shrugged. "Maybe, or maybe she gets off on it. That so seems like something Marie would be into."

The whole Bonfamille family, actually. Well, okay, maybe not Berlioz. He was kind of a moody bitch, but he didn't really exert influence. Instead, he'd just married the influence. Which, y'know, more power to him. April wished it was that easy.

But Toulouse had lorded any power you gave him over everyone else. She also couldn't blame him, because he was cultured, and hot, and talented, and fashionable, and high class. Marie was the same way. Nepotism was a game she knew intimately well. And she couldn't knock it. After all, it was how she'd gained all her own notoriety.

"I doubt Marie would've let him do it without starring herself if she cared. Though, it would be funny to watch her play herself."

@may-von-drake

#title: (are we going to prom or hell?)#ch: (april von drake)#(peach)

@april-von-drake

The distasteful expression on May's face deepened at such a suggestion. It was not as if she were a stranger to witnessing people setting themselves up for disaster. Usually she didn't mind, and rather liked to have a bit of entertainment! Self destruction, especially in a relationship, was one of her favorite genres.

But why did have to be anywhere near the play? This was something May had been looking forward to, she didn't want other people ruining it for her with their poor decisions.

At least they would be dealing with that in their production where hopefully none of it would spill over onto the university's– they had enough to deal with as it was!

"I will choose to believe you're right, for everyone's sake. The resulting crash out of that would be too much to witness," she said. "Speaking of Bonfamilles, I'm devastated her brother left! Everyone said he was intimidating but ran a tight ship with the sets– I'm almost scared to know how it's going to go now that someone new will be in charge."

Are We Going To Prom Or To Hell? || Peach

"Oh, she's definitely killed someone," April said with a shrug.

She was a vampire. It would be super impressive if she hadn't. And hey, April got it. She had also killed someone. Lol. Sorta.

Pushing that thought away, she flopped back onto the bed.

"Besides, the Inn totally already has skeletons. Remember that guy that died there? Or had he just been staying there? Either way. And with Gem Mohanty around, you just know there is gonna be trouble. I almost feel bad for Joy. She, like, got the lead and I'm pretty sure her stupid convict brother will find a way to fuck it up for her.

Thank god Augustus died before he could really embarrass us," April added with a snort. Their darling half brother was more of a legend than a real sibling to them. Sometimes, April wondered if their father had wanted them to be boys instead.

Then they probably wouldn't be in this situation, would they?

@may-von-drake

#title: (are we going to prom or hell?)#ch: (april von drake)#(peach)

@april-von-drake

May certainly did not remember the man who had died there. She was too busy keeping up with the many lives that resided in and around the town, she hardly had the time to think of someone who could do nothing but be a memory. Sorry to that man but she had other, more pressing things to preoccupy her mind!

Her brows lifted briefly, head tilting as she found she had to agree with April with her assessment of the Mohanty's situation– only to be sobered by the mention of Augustus.

Ugh, so much talk of death. She knew their family was steeped in it (whose wasn't?) but she never did understand her sisters' like of the subject. Even to make light of it.

"Well, we can all hope that if he decides to come see a show that he'll have his fiancé beside him to keep him cool," she said. "I also feel bad for Ms. Joy! She got the lead, but at what cost? I know as well as anyone that it's all acting and what not, but having to perform her role with the director's boyfriend?" May paused to make a face. "Mess!"

Are We Going To Prom Or To Hell? || Peach

April chuckled at May's caveat. She mimed locking her lips and throwing away the key. Of course, she didn't care enough to spoil May's perfect record of prediction. And, besides, May had an annoying habit of being right. So, April wasn't worried about.

"Of course Marie cast her stupid boyfriend," April said, rolling her eyes. "We all know the Bonfamille-Lyons are always rigging things in their favor. After all, Simba was always casting Marie in the leads. She probably doesn't even know it's not a good look. It's, like, normal."

As if it wasn't normal for the von Drakes to swing things in their favor when given the opportunity. In fact, April admired it. It was a sign of status to be able to do something like that and all that ever happened was people were sort of snippy behind your back.

@may-von-drake

#title: (are we going to prom or hell?)#ch: (april von drake)#(peach)

@april-von-drake

"It's certainly a choice. Hopefully the foundation of their relationship is solid enough to not be rocked by the pressure of it all," she said, and lifted her hand to blow softly on her nails to help the polish dry a tad bit faster. May stuck the cap back on the bottle, screwing it back into place.

Not that she would complain if something dramatic were to happen– it might take the eyes off of the disaster she just knew the university's production was going to devolve into.

"Oh! Gosh, I'd almost forgotten they also cast Veronika Hauntley," she said, delicately touching a hand to her chest. The effect would have been better had there been a string of pearls there but, alas. "A bit of a strange choice, don't you think? Considering all the death in the show. Not to say that she's killed anyone, but I don't know how long she's been around. There's bound to be a skeleton in one of the closets in that inn of her family's." She shivered lightly. "I would be paranoid that every time someone fell or something and had a flesh wound that something out of Twilight: New Moon might happen."

Pre-Promposal || Manry

ifonlysomeoneloved-henry

"Of course," He nodded, the mention of the play tickling something in his brain. Wasn't that this sister's whole thing? He wasn't sure but it struck a vague chord with him... except she was talking about June now instead of him.

"Oh, yeah, I heard," he said, off-hand, as if he hadn't secretly been furious at the idea that June - JUNE - prickly, hyper-competitive, sharp-edged June had been nominated when all of his hard work charming these awful people in the damn town had gone to nothing. "Yeah, I mean, it's a tough field, but I'm sure she'll do great."

Henry's eyes narrowed a little, genuinely puzzled for the first time in the conversation, before May tip-tapped his shoulder.

So May thought that her sister needed an edge, huh? The sort of edge a man in a properly fitted suit could give... it was a clever tactic, he'd have to give her that, but... no. It was almost too cynical. Too much like the smash cleaved straight down the centre line for the body blow ... too June.

So June wanted him to ask her to Prom, right? His jaw jutted out a little further. She wanted him to be there, to be the charming one. He could see that of course her pride wouldn't allow her to ask him, sure. But setting up this transparent little ruse with her sister? Well, it would be laughable if he wasn't so smugly flattered.

"I suppose that probably couldn't hurt," he smirked, trying to reign himself in. "Not that there's many of those around," he added with a shrug.

@may-von-drake

#title: (pre promprosal)#ch: (henry westergard)#(manry)

@ifonlysomeoneloved-henry

May did not know Mr. Henry Westergard all that well, but this conversation was not convincing her that she really wanted to. But then, she was rather biased since they were talking about her beloved sister and if a man wasn't agreeing with her on how wonderful and amazing she was, and was instead trying to fish for more compliments for his own ego...

She didn't know why her sisters thought they had to settle for something like this. Not that May was a romantic, thinking that they had to find a love match or anything like that. (Would that be nice? Sure. Was it realistic? Absolutely not– just look at their parents.) She was more of the mind that they needed partners who understood how unbelievably lucky they were to be with them and who would take care of them, no matter what.

This was just for Prom! Just for a nice lead up to the dance and ensuring that June had someone who at least photographed well on her arm. It was fine. It was tooootally fine!

"I think there's really only the one," she said, tilting her head briefly to make it quite obvious who she meant. "After all, a Prom date needs to be the whole package! And it doesn't just start at the dance, there's so much going into it that most would fumble. I don't think anyone else could handle the pressure."

Are We Going To Prom Or To Hell? || Peach

"Awww, but Mum-may, I love a cat fight," April pouted.

Though, it was a lie. April didn't like fighting. Why would she? It was a lot of effort, she might get hurt, and, more importantly: April hardly ever cared about anything enough to fight.

Having fucked up June was probably about the only reason that April would even consider it. Still, she wasn't going to. June could fight her own battles--and absolutely would.

"Either way, you're probably right." May always was. "She will probably just embarrass herself and we won't even need to do anything. What do you think of the rest of the cast?"

@may-von-drake

#title: (are we going to prom or hell?)#ch: (april von drake)#(peach)

@april-von-drake

Even if May believed April when she said that, she didn't care. The same way she didn't care that June was the one to place money on in any sort of competition– she did not want to see her sisters get hurt. Especially over something as pointless as some boy! She already felt like a failure over and over again, seeing what wounds the pair of them had sustained from life that she had not been able to shield them from or help to heal. They didn't need to get caught up in some stupid accident like their father.

Casting that morbid thought aside, she was more than happy to allow April to steer them along to another topic.

"Oddly, I feel like the Kurt and Ram casting will be spot on. And I actually have very high hopes for Ms. Linnet. She's got the musical talent to be sure and has more bite to her than people might expect. If she's a let down, I never said any of this," she said. "The other productions casting is also an interesting set, isn't it? I mean, first time director casting her boyfriend in the lead?"

Pre-Promposal || Manry

ifonlysomeoneloved-henry

Hm. May was surprisingly direct, after all, then? Henry wouldn't have expected that, but it certainly saved him the game of fishing for it - was it wrong that he was - just a glimmer - disappointed by it?

Prom. He felt his chest puffing out a little more. He was flattered, of course, but had been more than willing to go without a date. He had never quite understood why some people obsessed over having someone on their arm to awkwardly cramp their style! Why not go with your friends and actually have fun?

Still, if an attractive blonde was going to ask... it would be rude to say no, right?

"Oh, well, I know that people get pretty into it, all that King, Queen, Rulers stuff you know," he waved one hand. "I'll probably be there, I hadn't given it much thought yet."

A lie. He had had to talk himself back into the idea of attending, after his initial fury at having not been nominated, but he wasn't about to show that.

"Are you planning on going?" He asked,trying to offer May the opportunity.

@may-von-drake

#title: (pre promprosal)#ch: (henry westergard)#(manry)

@ifonlysomeoneloved-henry

Boys were far too easy. It was almost sad, really. But she appreciated this for being as simple as he was making it– and to think May had almost been worried he was going to put up enough of a fuss to be a formidable opponent. Especially since June had named him, and she loved a volley partner.

Though, May fully believed him when he said he hadn't thought much about it. That aligned with her perception of most men. They simply didn't think too hard about these sorts of things, and since he wasn't a native it might have been hard to realize how important these town wide get-togethers were in establishing the hierarchy.

"Of course! It's practically the event of the season, aside from the play. I wouldn't miss it," she said. "As it happens my sister, June, has actually been nominated for Prom Queen. Sort of a no brainer, you know? She's a winner. It's what she does."

She smiled, pride shining through because that was May's form of a medal or trophy.

"But do you know what I think would give her more of an edge?" she asked, reaching up to tap a finger against his shoulder. "Having a handsome, intelligent man escorting her."

A Von Drake Tea Party || The Ducklings

April would like to be paid, thank you! If they were going to debase themselves with.....jobs, then she might as well get paid for it! Room and board were simply not enough! She had a lifestyle to keep up and the money she'd stolen from Adam was running thin...(due to said lifestyle.) Not even Oz's tab at the club or occasional indulgence on her were enough to satisfy.

But, she knew better than to trample over one of May's master plans. Her role was to sit down, shut up, and act pretty. She could be sweet and clueless.

"Oh!! May, yes!!" April squealed making her eyes sparkle as if this was her first time hearing the idea. As if she wanted nothing more than to scrub floors. "I love that idea!!" She was probably laying it on a little too thick, but who cared?

"We used to talk about that all the time when we were little. Working at the Tipton when we got old enough and we've been away for so long."

"You want to work as, what, maids?" Aunt Daphne asked, her head still tilted, her eyebrows arched higher.

"Oh, well--" April glanced frantically at June. "I'm sure Mr. Moseby would be able to find us the most suitable jobs that will be useful!"

@june-von-drake, @may-von-drake

Ugh. June kept her face impassive, only nodding along when she needed to. But she had the same running monologue as April: Bitch, what do you mean I won't get paid?

She still had debt. And now that Golf Boyfriend pulled the plug, he was putting pressure on her to pay back the money she owed him for covering for tennis camp over a year ago...

Well, she supposed minimum wage at the Tipton wouldn't have covered that anyway. She needed to find other funds.

"Oh yeah, Mr. Moseby knows best! And I'd want to like, you know-- actually go where I'm needed. Anything to help the Tipton," said June sweetly.

Aunt Daphne pursed her lips again. "Hm. Well, that's quite generous of you girls...I suppose I can talk it over with Mr. Moseby to see if it could work. Would you be open to sharing a room?"

Ew, again. June didn't want to share a room with her sisters! She was going to be turning 20! Even if it was a custom suite.

But...fine.

She glanced at her sisters. "Oh, that sounds so fun, actually."

@april-von-drake @may-von-drake

#title: (a von drake tea party)#ch: (april von drake)#ch: (june von drake)#(peach)#(pink lemonade)#(the ducklings)

@april-von-drake @june-von-drake

She had said the whole, You don't have to pay us! because it could be easily overturned. There were laws and things in place against that sort of thing, weren't there? Since she said it, the three of them would look like angels, offering such a kindness! And if they told Mr. Moseby to put them on the payroll then it would be done, and then if Aunt Daphne said a word against it, then she would look like the bad guy, wanting free labor. Win-win!

May had no problems sharing a room with her sisters. So when she beamed and said, "It does! Just like old times." she was actually being fully sincere.

After all, a big part of the reason May had wanted them to come back here had been in an effort to reconnect to the time in their lives when it had been completely perfect. When they had been living in the hotel, when their father had still loved and treated their mother well, and when they had all been happy. She had missed them both in their time spent apart but having the two of them within arms reach again, all working together on this plan and the podcast, had been wonderful.

"Oh, this is going to be so great!" she continued. "I'm so looking forward to seeing more of you, Aunt Daphne! I know you'll be busy, of course, but since we'll essentially be under the same roof we'll have more time together, won't we?"

frank-mohanty

Jump scare || Open

frank-mohanty

Frankie nodded, as if he expected nothing less, and he supposed he hadn't; Pride U was a good school. He'd studied there, for his undergrad and his masters, and he'd never had any complaints about the place. His course had been a little bit more tame than theatre, but still; he would hope that every department operated to the same level.

"Oh, I can imagine." He agreed, laughing weakly. Actually, he thought history of theatre might be kind of interesting. But then again, he'd always taken an interest in how things worked and how things came to be, and he thought if he had to do drama, he'd much rather learn about its past than try and act out a scene from Othello. "I've seen some of the textbooks, they look pretty dense. I guess there's not much of that though, right?"

@may-von-drake

#title: (jump scare)#ch: (frank mohanty)#(fray)

@frank-mohanty

"Textbooks? No, not really. It's scripts that take up most of the weight in my bag," she said with a dainty sigh. And thank goodness for that. She would have much rather gone through a script, peeling it apart like an orange and consuming it for all it was worth, than to be stuck in the clinical chapters of an academic's pen.

And while she would have much rather stayed on this topic, the point of speaking to this man was to get on his good side! Get him to like her so that hopefully down the line he would take the good opinion into account should she ever ask him for something. Also getting information on him was always helpful!

"What did you major in? Did you always want to work here? Or in a library?"

Are We Going To Prom Or To Hell? || Peach

April didn't know, to be honest. Jesse was a wild card to her. Out of all the boys, she understood him the least. He just seemed rather contradictory in a lot of ways.

But, she stood by that he was talented. And May, at least, could be professional and handle a talented and passionate person.

"Oh yes, I love Robbie! He's J.D.'s understudy, though I think we should plot how to break Kovu's leg because Robbie is way more talented," April said enthusiastically.

And she meant every word. Robbie deserved JD! Anyone who wasn't Kovu deserved it way more as far as she was concerned.

"It'll be fun to be understudies together, though." Not that April planned to do much in the way of "study" of the understudy part. After all, the chances of her actually needing to perform were so low. She wasn't even worried about it. She was just glad to have some role.

"You're going to be such a fabulous Heather Chandler," April said. "And you even get to make fun of Lottie in character since she's Heather Duke, right? So no one can even call you out on it."

@may-von-drake

#title: (are we going to prom or hell?)#ch: (april von drake)#(peach)

@april-von-drake

May had gone back to concentrating on painting her nails while she listened to April in an effort to bring herself some more inner peace. As a self proclaimed control freak, there was nothing like the little high she could get from doing something like getting a perfect stroke of nail polish.

She'd said she was over it but she very much doubted she would get to that other end of the bridge until the run of the show had ended. How frustrating to hear that this Robbie was a perfect replacement for their current male lead and he had been over looked! For reasons May couldn't comprehend– it probably had to do with pretty privilege or something. Not to say the boy band member wasn't pretty, but he was more on the side of cute in comparison.

"Oh, I absolutely no care to pay her any amount of my attention. She's shown that she's capable of being the villain in her own story and crashing out. I just don't want any of us to get caught up in the fall out again," she said. "Promise you won't engage with her if you're ever on your own, alright?"

A Von Drake Tea Party || The Ducklings

April accepted Daphne's greeting the way an unhappy house cat received pets from a small child. Still, she smiled prettily and absorbed the compliments. She knew how to put on a show. Their mother had been excellent at teaching them that.

"Oh, it is, but our clients will appreciate the facelift, won't they? I hear there is a lovely marble underneath all that carpet. I hear our dear Desmond put those in back in the seventies when he took over. Absolutely horrid."

April bristled a little. "I dunno, they keep everything clean instead of people tracking muck all around the hotel. Mr. Moseby hates dirt. I dunno, I just think you should talk to him first."

"Of course, of course! I spoke with him. That's why I'm hiring a few more cleaners this summer to make sure it's always shining. Mr. Moseby is very on board." Daphne took a delicate sip of tea.

April's brow furrowed. That didn't sound like Mr. Moseby, but she felt appropriately chastised and sat back in her seat, chewing grumpily on a biscuit and glancing at June.

@june-von-drake, @may-von-drake

Objectively, June probably agreed with Daphne-- marble floors were way classier than the carpet, even if the carpet was ornately designed and one-of-a-kind.

But fuck being objective, and also-- the Tipton was not supposed to look like other hotels. Especially this Tipton, the original Tipton. Fine, modernize the London Tipton or whatever! But the Swynlake Tipton was their Tipton. Every hair on June's body bristled, like she was about to hiss, spit, and swipe.

She went for her water, briefly wishing she'd brought vodka to splash in her glass instead. She needed something spicy to keep herself in check.

"How many cleaners are you looking to hire?" June said, after she took her delicate, controlled sip.

"Oh, a handful. We will see what Swynlake might offer. I won't pay just anyone," said Aunt Daphne, as if being maid was rocket science all of a sudden.

June pursed her lips, nodded, and then glanced at May. This seemed like a great opportunity, maybe, to do her magical May pitch and get them......... "jobs." Ugh, ew.

@april-von-drake @may-von-drake

#title: (a von drake tea party)#ch: (april von drake)#ch: (june von drake)#(peach)#(pink lemonade)#(the ducklings)

@april-von-drake @june-von-drake

Yes, it was a good set up. See? The three of them worked so well together, it almost seemed effortless at this point in their lives– and they were hardly even half way through it. (And it would hopefully get them off the topic of flooring. Eugh.)

"Very sensible! The Tipton might be the only proper hotel in this town but its reputation is good for a reason. The staff have always been impeccable! Mr. Moseby runs a tight ship, won't let just anyone in, either," she smiled.

"Yes, he is quite the captain," Aunt Daphne commented and May was going to overlook any sort of passive aggressive nature to it against their beloved manager.

"And with so many uni students graduating or going on holiday, it will probably be hard to find quick fills."

Daphne hummed, brows arching slightly as she considered this. "Yes, I heard our candy cart girl finally handed in her resignation since she'll be graduating this year."

"Oh! How wonderful! Good for her," May said, tone sweet. Then her brows furrowed like she was only just getting an idea, "You know, Auntie, we're staying here for the summer! April and I have gotten cast in the summer musical this year, and I'm sure June will be busy with the newspaper and everything. We could lend hand, if you'd like! Moseby already knows us, we know the hotel inside and out, and, well, it is the family business after all!"

"Oh!" Aunt Daphne said. "No, I couldn't possibly ask that of you three."

"Nonsense! We'd love to! Wouldn't we?" May looked from April to June. "We'll get to know the ins and outs of the hotel a bit more and spend more time with you! You wouldn't even have to pay us. We'd just need rooms of our own to stay in while we're there, and since you'll be tearing up the floors and not letting people stay in those rooms, it'll be perfect!"

Pre-Promposal || Manry

ifonlysomeoneloved-henry

[Outfit]

"Ms Von Drake," Henry replied smoothly and charmingly, with a polite but curious smile. May, right? The other of the siblings, the one he knew least well at this point. What did she want with him? It was intriguing to think. They certainly weren't on the sort of terms that would have him expecting her to come saying Hi.

"You can call me Henry, by the way," he added with a bit more of a grin. Mr Westergard felt ... wrong.

That was his grandfather, the one he had barely ever known because he lived in Norway. Mr Stafford, that was supposed to be him. Was supposed to be his father and his brother and his brother and so on almost forever before you got to him.

"But sure thing. It's a beautiful day out, right?" He commented, wanting to keep a little small talk flowing before he tried to work out what this was. May would give herself away soon enough, he was sure.

@may-von-drake

#title: (pre promprosal)#ch: (henry westergard)#(manry)

@ifonlysomeoneloved-henry

"It is," she agreed and breathed in, turning to admire the good weather. It had been a rather long winter in her opinion, but that had more to do with have to trudge through school and the holidays and daddy's death-aversery.

But all that was over! They were in the best part of the year, the three months she and her sisters shared a name with and then it was their birthday month. It was also finally like the town had gained a heart beat, the events finally having some umph! to them– and speaking of those events!

"There's something I wished to discuss with you," she said, turning her eyes from the lively background of the uni campus back to the boy at her side. "Prom is coming up. I don't know if you're aware of its social importance in this town, but it is a bit a ordeal around here. Were you planning on attending?"

Are We Going To Prom Or To Hell? || Peach

April, frankly, did not give a shit about the casting of the play. She had known from the start that she wouldn't get a proper role and she was happy enough to just coast along, high as a kite, in the chorus. No one would pay attention to her or count on her for anything, which is how she liked it.

She was only doing the play for May anyway, since her sister had cajoled her and she didn't want May to be alone.

"I dunno, I mean--I kind of home they tear each other apart. Imagine if they get in a fight right on stage," April said, somewhat gleefully, hoping the image of Lottie and Kovu tearing each other apart would bring May the same amount of joy as it brought her.

"Then the understudies will step in which would probably be for the best. At least you have Tae! He's pretty talented from what I've seen.

[outfit]

#title: (are we going to prom or hell?)#ch: (april von drake)#(peach)

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The thought did make her smile, but mostly because of the way April had phrased it, able to bring it to life. It also sounded like it tickled her sister, which was what made it humorous for May.

"That's true," she sighed, thinking of the boy band member. "It'll just depend on who's side he's going to take– our side, or the wrong side."

She'd have to get in there and save him from making the mistake of getting mixed up in any of Lottie's scary business.

"It's just aggravating that they get rewarded after all of that! And, as you said, when they won't be able to handle being around one another and the understudies have to come save us after they've made a scene, and not the good kind, it will have ruined everyone's hard work," she frowned. It sat on her face for a moment before she shook her head primly, her hair flicking back over her shoulders. "Ugh! I'm over it. I saw that other band member is in the ensemble with you! Robaire, isn't it? You get on well, don't you?"

A Von Drake Tea Party || The Ducklings

"Literally anywhere would be better than this," April said, contemplating if she would be able to sneak the flask of vodka she brought into her tea without her watchful sister noticing.

She didn't like being in the Tipton's tea room like this. Looking for all the world like they belonged, while feeling so out of place in a place that was supposed to be theirs.

All of them primped and dressed in their coordinating colors, they looked like a delicious summer sorbet. She had even done her hair for this, giving herself a blow out. (She missed getting blow outs done. April rarely cared to take the time.) They were proper little heiresses.

The maitre'd had been so excited to see them. They had been served right away. And yet, Aunt Daphne was late.

"If she doesn't show up, we get to leave and pretend this never happened right?" April looked at June, even though June was so not the authority here and they both knew it. Sometimes, though, they could gang up on May.

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"Totally," said June.

But a second later, the door opened and Aunt Daphne stepped in, wearing Chanel from head to toe. She always looked like she'd just stepped out of an expensive department store-- perfect make-up, her hair in a tight bun hairsprayed to death on the top of her head. She was beautiful, of course. All women from the O'Doogle line were beautiful. But June always thought about sharp objects when she was around: glinting steak knives, broken wine glasses, the sharp point of a heel.

"Darlings!" exclaimed Aunt Daphne as she swished over to them. "Apologies, my loves, my 2 o'clock ran over."

June obediently stood up so she could accept the polite half-hug and the air kisses. Daphne's expensive perfume swept over her: a sickly, sticky floral scent, that June had always thought was too old for their stylish aunt.

June sat back down once Daphne passed her greetings around.

"Don't you all look delicious? Like frosted cupcakes," said Aunt Daphne, in a tone that made June want to bite back.

"Thank you," was all she said.

"It's been such a busy spring," Aunt Daphne sighed. "And a busy summer too. We've renovations planned. That dreadful carpet in the halls needs to come up."

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#title: (a von drake tea party)#ch: (april von drake)#ch: (june von drake)#(peach)#(pink lemonade)#(the ducklings)

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May was about to ask the pair of them just what they expected to do for a roof this summer– when thankfully Daphne saved her the trouble. Instantly May was transformed into the awe struck, good little niece she had been pretending to be for the woman who had taken their home out from under them.

She was next in line after June, scrunching her nose and smiling at the woman before retreating and taking her seat.

It took a lot to not let her eyes widen at the news of the carpet getting pulled up. She just knew this woman would turn the charming Tipton Hotel into some generic, millennial grey washed, boring mess. Only proving how needed their presence was!

"Oh, how lovely!" she said brightly, and was enough of an actress that it actually sounded like she was excited. Then her brows furrowed a touch, "When is that all happening? I'd think summer was the busiest time for the hotel, what with the school break and better weather."

A Von Drake Tea Party || The Ducklings

Aunt Daphne was late.

June was pretty sure their 'aunt' was doing this on purpose-- rubbing their faces in her self-importance, simply too busy to step away from her meetings to have tea with her nieces. June squirmed in her chair, her eyes sliding from the door back to her sisters. They'd all dressed for the occasion-- which for June meant a sundress, ripped straight out of English Tea Party convention (tm). At least they'd look cute while groveling.

"How long exactly do we wait until we ditch her like she might be ditching us?" asked June, huffing and stirring some cream into her tea.

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