I Ain't No Romeo

Steven Beaumont - Senior - Human The man, the legend

[minibeaumont]

t-ylermanning​:

Right, right. Cool cool cool… [ Tyler laughed again, trying to shake off his nerves. He was at Steven Beaumont’s after prom party. He deserved a night off from everything in his life falling apart and-or being so freakin’ weird… He could chill. Probably. ] I am carpe-ing the diem. Uh, well, I did basically just get here so let’s go with ‘fun to drink’. I don’t think I need to be going down in Havensdale history for being a mess or passing out in the punch bowl. Faye Montgomery has complimented, like, fifteen people and if that’s not a cautionary drinking tale, I don’t know what. Plus my mom got me this jacket from one of her fancy designer friends so she’ll forsure kill me if anything messy happens to it.

Yeah, just from the way you say ‘cool’ i know you need something to make you chillax. Don’t worry, I totally got you bro [he gets to work preparing a drink that’ll be a lot of fun without completely fucking up the guy that he’s not sure has had anything harder than a hard lemonade in his life]. Honestly, if you passed out in the punch bowl, you’d be more likely to go down in history as the guy who got his ass handed to him by fifteen seniors in the backyard of Steven Beaumont’s house for knocking over the booze. What--being nice to people is a bad thing now? I’ve been on the receiving end of one of her compliments, and it’s kinda like how I imagine being hugged by cloud would be like, you know? Ah, okay. Finally a real reason. But, just so you know, you don’t have to justify anything to anybody, okay? I might give you shit, but if you say you’re not drinking much I won’t force you.

[minibeaumont]

gofor-faye​:

Hello! Ohmygosh, you’re so funny. This is why people like you so much Steven Beaumont, you’re just, like, so funny and cool. I wish I was funny and cool. Like, actually cool. Maybe next year, right? [ she suddenly beamed at the mention of snacks! ] This is so weird but like, now that you’ve said it I’m suddenly so hungry. Like, so snacky. I would love some chips. Oh, and a sandwich! Chips on a sandwich. Ohmygosh- [ she giggled appropriately at the flirtin’ ] I mean,  yeah. Duh. Thank you.

It’s like… It was pink? Or maybe more of a yellowy colour? I don’t know like, exactly but it totally started with a wine cooler. Does that help?

For the record, I think you’re totally cool and funny. But, hey, now that I’m gonna be out there in the real world, there’s gonna be an open position for ‘super cool and funny person’ in the school, if you really wanted to try and fill it [he winks]. Oh, I knew you would be. Call me psychic or whatever, but drunk people somehow always have the munchies. That, or they’re all puke-y, but you have way too much energy to be at that stage yet. [He mimes his mind being blown] chips ON a sandwich? Are you sure you can handle that kind of awesomeness? I make really, really good BLT/potato chip/onion ring sandwiches.....

That does not help at all, but I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. This is gonna be the last Beaumont Bash, so we have to really outdo ourselves this time. Shit, am I gonna have to become a teen dad just to carry on this legacy as soon as possible? Nah, I’ll leave that one to Ricky. He’s probably got a kid or two out there already. Don’t tell him I said that.

[minibeaumont]

katie-claws​:

★ 

There was suddenly so much Katie wanted to say to him. He pulled away, she broke the tension and she couldn’t help but think about all the things she wanted to say. Not just about them, about their summer fling and all the times she’d stayed up thinking about whether or not she should text him (she didn’t, they were keeping it casual). She wanted to tell him to run. Run away from Havensdale before it was too late (but Frederick had promised it would be better- humans and supernaturals living in peace). She wanted to tell him he wasn’t his brother and he didn’t have to be. Steven was kind, he was capable. He made her laugh. He could do anything he wanted. Katie wanted to say all this because she knew they were running out of time. Time, time, time. But there was still tomorrow, so she stayed quiet.

“Oh yeah! Senior year, baby. That’s what Jessica Harvelle always says and by the way, have you seen her yet? I thought forsure by now she’d be dancing topless on the breakfast bar which, y’know, is why I’m here at least,” she joked (kinda- you can think people who high school hate you are hot). “I’d like that. The end of an era sounds so… I don’t know, heavy? But maybe it’s more like the start of something new, or something much less High School Musical. Alright,” Katie laughed, really laughed too, even if she felt selfish for it. “If we’re celebrating it’s gotta be something fancy and in the spirit of our last night as non-adults, it can be super gross too. Deal is you gotta drink it no matter what. I double dog dare you,” she added with a grin and then, with a little nudge, “You look great, y’know. Cap and all.”

Her look was too heavy, too long for him to comprehend, or even to want to understand at this time of night with this much drunk teenage energy flowing around them. They’d left things unspoken and unsettled and far too uncertain to ever jump back into the conversation without serious preparation. He was pretty sure this wasn’t the time or place for that.

“I’d say I hadn’t seen her, but that would a complete lie. And we’d both know it. She’s kind of hard to miss these days.” He laughed, but it was a sobering thought, that they were all changing and growing so fast around him that he barely recognized some of the people he’d gone to school with since elementary school. Some days it felt like everybody around him was in on this secret about life that he was missing, like they knew something that gave them purpose and meaning and drive....while he was still trying to figure out if he was too grown up for heely sneakers. “I guess it’s the start of something new for everybody who knows what’s coming next.” It sounds sadder than he means, so he laughs and exhales hard. “Woah, that was so much less depressing in my head. Ignore my angst, please, I’m supposed to bring the party, not take it out back and beat it to death.” He nodded, offering her his arm to escort her onward towards the drinks. “Well in that case...M’lady? Let’s go find each other the grossest and most celebratory drinks we can think of. I’m thinking gin, in a mug, with some orange crush. Deal?” He winks. “You look good, too, Sparks. Just like always.”

[minibeaumont]

greg-porter​:

It is I, in the flesh, in the cummerbund which I’m pretty sure I’m not gonna be able to get back off. [ Laughs ] That’s fair, man. Honestly, it might have been one of the classes I either skipped or slept through, I dunno. It’s all a blur at this point. I need to be, like, steamed or something instead. Something healthy. [ Greg happily fumbles with the cup, grinning ] Now high school football is over, I never have to catch anything again. Right on. You might be the chillest one of all the prom nominees. Aw man, seriously. Can you believe half the shit that happened tonight? Shoulda been an Academy Award for all that drama. Can’t believe Faye Montgomery got disqualified, like, you couldn’t write this.

Dude, you have to stop. Is it really pronounced cummerbund? Not cumberbund? There’s seriously no ‘b’ in there? It sounds so much better though.  I didn’t come to this party for a linguistics lesson, but here you are schooling the crap out of me. Actually, I didn’t come to this party at all, the party kinda came to me. Eh, details. [he grins and shrugs] just don’t burn any holes in anything important--like furniture or curtains. My parents have a pretty strict no-damage clause written into their party contract with me. C’mon, you’re not going pro? With your arm you could take it to the big leagues, no problem [he jokes, miming an overhead pass with an invisible football]. Don’t you want us all to be cheering your name and wearing your jersey for the next five to ten years before the inevitable head injury takes you out of the game forever? Dude, i don’t even believe that half of it happened. Can we just call it a collective fever dream and leave it to be speculated about during class reunions and weddings for the rest of our lives?

[minibeaumont]

katie-claws​:

“I remember.” Katie didn’t know why she’d said that. Of all the things… Maybe it was because tonight was supposed to be about some ‘end of of an era’ thing but she knew too much. People like Steven Beaumont didn’t know what was coming to Havensdale. She wasn’t doubting the plan, she wasn’t doubting her loyalties- she wasn’t- but things were never doing to be the same again. It made her heart stick in her throat. It made her think about summer and him. Nothing was complicated, nothing was scary or intense (right). She shook off her doubts, flashed a grin, and leaned forward. It wasn’t a peck, it wasn’t a kiss kiss (this was spin the bottle, after all) but she might have hesitated on pulling back. They’d been good at that. After too long a pause, Katie cleared her throat. “Um, drink? You wanna get a drink? With me.”

‘I remember’. All it took was two words for the mood to come crashing down, the carefully practiced face he’d been putting up since this ill-planned circle had been formed and he’d been sat across from her finally starting to slip. But---as he stared at her, the flash of regret and confusion crossing his face for only as instant--he thought about how little he wanted to do this now, to cover this now. He swallowed back anything and everything he had to say, and simply leaned forward.

Their lips met for just a second too long, and for the briefest of moments he could swear she felt something too. But he wasn’t that stupid. He pulled away and cleared his throat, too uncomfortable to say anything, but too cool not to. Her words saved him, a necessary reprieve from eloquence. “A drink actually sounds amazing right now. I’m feeling all too sober tonight. After all, this is the end of everything, right?” He said, meaning high school, and being a kid, and that unexplainable but also inescapable feeling of unreceived closure that came with growing up. “We should probably celebrate our last official night as kids. What’d’ya want, a beer? Or are you feeling fancy? I could try mixing you a drink, but I can’t promise it’ll be any good. I learned everything I know from my brother, and youtube videos.”

[minibeaumont]

t-ylermanning​:

Wh- Who, me? I’m… No, yeah, carpe diem! Okay, that definitely sounds way better when you say it. But yeah- yeah, sure, Steve. Steven Beaumont. My main man. Bro. Brethren? [ Maybe he should take a breath? Totally. ] What’s, uh, good to drink? I mean, hit me up. I thirst. I mean- I’ll have a drink.

Yeah, you, bro. Who else would I be asking? Nah, you’ve got the pronunciation down, though. So I take it you’re ‘carpe-ing the diem’ then? [he’d laugh at tyler for the complete word vomit he just witnessed, but the guy was probably drunk, clearly high off of post-prom endorphins, and--honestly--this wasn’t really that out of the ordinary for him]. Are you asking for drink recommendations right now? Cause I’m no bartender, but I’ve got three drinks I could suggest, all dependent on what you’re looking for. You want something really fun to drink, something to get you messy drunk, or something to make you black out?

[minibeaumont]

greg-porter​:

Bro! [ pulls him in for that one-armed broTM hug ] The day is saved. Plus I’m, like, 76% sure you used ‘carpe diem’ right at least. Don’t ask me about the French though, my brain is fried. Good game in the whole prom king thing, by the way. We all lost to a worthy man and Isaac did look good in a crown. Hey, the more the merrier. Ice up this beer.

Gregory Porter! The man, the legend. No offense,  but I’m not sure I’m going to be taking your word on this as the final say. Did you even take French--let alone pass it? When isn’t your brain fried, honestly [Steven grins at tosses an empty solo cup at Greg’s head]. Hell yeah! You too, man. That was a close one. Honestly, I’m not too pressed about it. I could have campaigned if I really wanted it, but I feel like it’s a waste of a senior year to spend three months stressing. The only thing I regret is not voting more than once, cause apparently that was something on the table for the night.

[minibeaumont]

gofor-faye​:

[ As if the sound of the ice had summoned her, Faye came barrelling brightly onto the scene- very ooc- and ended up smooshing his face just for good measure ] Steven! Steven Beaumont! You’re here! I mean, like, duh. This is your party and everything and ohmygod, what a party! Love it. L-O-E… V… It. And just all of this you’ve got going on. Very after-party chic. 

I’ll have a driiiiiiiiink.

Faye, good to see you! How--woah, hello [he said, his words slightly garbled from her hands pressed against his face]. Yeah, so that’s the funny thing about living here....I’m kind of always here. But--that comes with some perks. It means I know where all the snacks are hidden. You want some chips? Or maybe a sandwich? I don’t offer that to all the girls, but you’re looking especially pretty tonight [he winks to let her know he’s flirting with her for the sake of flirting with her, not cause he’s trying to actually hit on her or anything].

Alrighty madam Montgomery, what're you drinking tonight?

[minibeaumont]

katie-claws​:

You have to be happily buzzed before you got yourself, totally on accident, into a game of ‘spin the bottle’. Katie was happily buzzed. C’est la vie. “Alright! Out of my way, the boss is about to show you all how it is done,” she announced, spinning with all her might before it landed— “Boom! You are the winner.”

the thing was....he didn’t really want it to land on Katie. Nothing personal--or maybe that was the problem, things were too personal--but she probably would have been his last choice. He would have taken Isaac Rhodes or Joey or shit, even Carrie McReid even though it obviously would mean being disemboweled by her sister before he wanted to kiss Katie. But....here they were. He shook off his doubts, gave her a wink, and leaned forward.

“You’re not going to fall in love with me if we do this, are you? Cause I’ll have you know that I am veeeery lovable in the right circumstances. You know, with the right lighting and everything to really highlight my cheekbones.”

[minibeaumont]

[walks into the kitchen and tosses down a bag of ice with all the grace and enthusiasm of a football player tossing down the winning ball] Is it considered a faux-pas to be late to your own party? [he announces loudly to the room, badly butchering the French words while he’s at it]. If so--carpe diem! I-I’m not sure I’m using that right.

Buuuut whatever. We’ve got ice again, who wants a drink?!

[minibeaumont]

ricky-bmont :

                   (carrying in a keg from out the back) I knew all of those deadlifts would pay off one day. And I’m not just talking about my frankly spectacular ass.

Ah--! Stop, stop. Not one more word about your ass, I’m begging you. Think of the children. Think of the--think of me. Think of how many of my therapy bills you’ll have to pay for the rest of my life if you drag me into this conversation.

[Muttered] This is officially the last time I ever take a detour to say hi to you after school.

[minibeaumont]

katie-claws :

At this point I don’t want to disrespect prom out of fear for my life but c’mon. How important is it, really?

Katherine Sparks. I--wait, tell me your name’s actually Katherine, I’m suddenly blanking. Your parents weren’t those weird elitists who name their kids things like Katerina, and then act snobby when other people don’t realize that’s what Katie’s short for, right?

Um, right, I totally had a point to that. Don’t disrespect prom, Katie Sparks. Maddie and her crew might find you and murder you. They’re sweet and peppy looking, but disrespecting prom is totally a death penalty-worthy offense.

[jace-ryder-ltd]

Has anyone seen- You know, girl, dark hair… Lots of emotions? Her name’s Stephanie if that helps. Can’t believe I lost track of her for like the 15th time.

[minibeaumont]

Stephanie? Yeah, she’s uh....Damn, I’m pretty sure she’s around here somewhere, I just saw her by the locker rooms. Have you called her? With a phone I mean, not just yelling her name.

[salem-samson]

Oh… Oh, boy. I think I went a little too hard on the Sal’s Special. I’ve never had a full one to myself before, you know? Man, I think I might be dying.

[minibeaumont]

Breathe through it, it’s gets better after a couple minutes. Or an hour. The first time is always the hardest. You should drink some seltzer water or something.

[hailie-tyler]

It’s not that big of a deal, I have smiled before in my lifetime. Just because there’s not a giant bowl of cheese fries in front of me to claim responsibility doesn’t mean you should alert the media.

[minibeaumont]

C’mon, this feels like a big deal, though. You should get somebody to take your yearbook picture right now in case this never happens again--can’t be too safe. Oh, and prom pictures, too. Maybe do a few for graduation. Just get it all done in one go so you never have to smile again.

[knightinsparklypumps]

Anyone wanna be my prom date? I know I don’t, like, need one because I’m an independent woman and I can put my own corsage on and Beyoncé believes in me but also…

These cheesy promposals have me feeling some type of way. So if y’all are down, let me know. I’m progressive, I’ll even prompose to you, I just wanna be involved in something so cute and wholesome.

[minibeaumont]

Aw, man, I wish I’d known you didn’t have a date earlier! I totally could have found one for you no problem. Or you know, taken you myself or whatever, if you’d wanted. Who knows. But now it’s such short notice it’ll be a lot harder to find a decent candidate. Though there’s probably a few guys out there who would break their dates for you, if they knew you wanted one. We’ve just got to get the word out. Are posters too cheesy?

[minibeaumont]

its-jess-bitches :

Yeah! Oh my god, I’m sorry. Sorry! [ Eventually, she let go off his smooshy face ] You would be so good at writing a book. You’d be so good at anything you want to do, Stevie. Anything. Aw baby, you know I’d go all out if I was asking you to prom and then I’d set up the arena where you and Lo could duke it out. With swords. As much as you could so pull off the rugged, bad-boy thing I think you’re right. It’s gonna be your big night and you gotta look your prettiest for the fans. But you are gonna go with someone, right? I mean, duh we were always gonna share a… [ Her words catch up with her too soon. Talking about prom, about their plans- their big plans- had been so easy all of a sudden but she couldn’t do that, not anymore. Jess blinked back what threatened to be tears and grinned instead ] Sorry, I totally just spaced. Limo! But do you want to prompose to a date date? Tell me everything. You’re totally right. Hell yes!

You’re all good, don’t worry about it. Sometimes you just have to grab a guy by his face, I get it. I mean, not really, but I don’t care. Um, thanks? [She was great, because she was Jess, but she wasn’t usually so....Jess on speed] I hope you know I’m definitely not going to be writing a book, though. Waaaay too much responsibility there, thanks. [He snorts] Yeah, you probably would, wouldn’t you? I’m sure there’d be a couple video cameras to capture the epic moment, too. I mean, it’s what the fans deserve, really. They’ve stood by me for so long. Uh, maybe. Yes. I don’t know. There’s this one girl I’m thinking about asking, but I don’t know if she’d wa--I mean, she’s probably got plans already. Share a.... what? Drink? Limo? You okay? You’re being weird again. I don’t--there’s not much to tell. There’s not anything to tell.