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"Honestly, I feel like I will wither away if I have to give another interview. The limit has been reached. Think you could play lookout and warn me if anyone with a mic is coming our way?" Cris sighed as he leaned up and lit a joint up, puffing quickly to get his hit. Question after question had been hurled at him about his family, a topic he thought he'd put to bed ages ago. It was by the strain in his features that the need to escape was high.

#chwstarter

chanelhcrcwitz

Yves narrowed his eyes at Alfie, before nodding as he did make a point there. "You can have that one, you can." He told him as he made his way to the bar, not before looking back at him with a shake of his head. Whilst he was very much the modest one, Alfie had always had a freedom to him. He expressed himself however he wanted, the world be damned. It was one of the things that'd attracted him to the man. "You are." Yves nodded. "But, I certainly have no complaints about it." He told him, as he poured shots for them. "I hate when you do that." Yves said, as he returned back to his seat on Alfie's lap. "When you refer to me as some sort of saint. I can have fun, Alfie. Actually, that's my plans for tonight." He let him know, before reaching over to grab a shot for both himself and Alfie. "So are we having fun tonight?"

ofdelarenta

Alfie could be enjoying himself one moment, and then the next just wanting to not be a part of anything. He struggled that night, even in the moment, but he tried his best to focus on Yves, the fun they were gonna have, could have. Yet all he could think about was the drama with his parents. One fucking bad move and he got a verbal beating, as well as the ever soul crushing look of disappointment. He hadn't said a word about it to anyone, not even Louise. Some shame had to be dealt with solo. "I don't mean it in the way that it sounds, but you are saintly, and cute, and in your head, caked up.. The list is long, should I continue?" He was clearly projecting as he got up and wrapped his arms around the others waist, tucking his chin into his shoulder. "I think we will be, I can't promise how wild I want to be, but fun is the family motto."

#2gen: yves

#alfie.

presleymorales

"No way. Do you realize how much fun you would miss out on if you were only worried about looking sexy all the time? The goal should be something more fun." Cory smiled thankfully as he pulled the shot in his direction. "Don't worry. I learned a long time ago that when it comes to events like this I'm better off keeping my mouth shut, so you don't have to worry about me taking the stage to preach peace and love any time soon. But I should probably tell you, I'm not huge on the period pieces either. Everything is so... tragic."

ofdelarenta

"I like to think I have a fun life, while also juggling the harsh truth that is sexiness, but such is the curse. You know about that." He tossed back another while Cory spoke. The harshness making him let out a hiss. "What happened, you say something you shouldn't have? There's clearly a story there and I demand on hearing about it. So if you'll indulge me, I will ignore the fact that you are disrespecting an iconic genre, but I do have to ask, what are your favorite movies? If you go as basic as comedy, you're chugging half that bottle."

#2gen: cory

chanelhcrcwitz

Yves raised an eyebrow, always in awe of how Alfie's mind worked. But before he could comment, Alfie grabbed a hold of him to pull him closer. "It does come off as a pretty fair trade." He had to agree with the guy. Alfie then decided to make the space between them, essentially non existent. It was becoming those hours of the night– that or they'd had enough to drink, when neither of them could really help but given into this thing between them. "You know, you could have just asked me to get you some shots." Yves said, in between kisses. "But I'll do it... if only because you noticed." Yves let him, getting up from his lap to get them a couple of shots.

ofdelarenta

"I could've, but where. is the fun in that?" He replied, playing up a pout as the other walked away. Not too sad, as he let out a piercing whistle as the other walked away. "I know I'm objectifying you right now, but I will say this, I would die happily with no complaints after that." He said with a small laugh. "So aside from being the hottest shot gatherer here, what're your plans for tonight. Gonna get wild, or relax and be a saint? If we're being honest, I kinda feel boring tonight." His week had been chaotic to put it mildly, but being there with Yves, was exactly what he'd been needing.

#2gen: yves

presleymorales

"Is sexy what we're supposed to be going for?" Cory's eyebrows shot up as his gaze scanned the crowd around them. "Most of the people I've seen are either covered in blood or talking about murder, so it must be going over my head a little bit. But to be fair, I've never been much of a horror guy. I can find shots though."

ofdelarenta

"Shouldn't that always be the goal? Or is it not something you think about since it just comes natural?" Alfie offered a perked brow of his own before nodding to the shots set out in front of them. With a sigh, he shifted his position and grabbed on, before nudging the other towards Cory. "Horror is overrated, I can't stomach the guts and jumpscares. Not my thing, I'd much rather get high and watch a period piece or laugh at something dumb. I think we might be the only two where that things this way, so be careful."

#2gen: cory

chanelhcrcwitz

"You know, I can't really pinpoint when that happened?" Yves said, with a shake of his head before taking a small sip from his cocktail. "Something tells me that our generation kind of came to really appreciate when someone tries. It's a nice trait to have." He let him know, with a playful nudge towards the guy. "Oh, c'mon. You know I've never been a shot person. I swear you do this to me on purpose." Yves laughed, before nodding to tell him to go get them before he changed his mind.

ofdelarenta

"Sounds like too much work." The conversation was forgotten as soon as Yves got closer, his hand reaching out to grab the other by the wrist. "You can do a few for me, and after that, I can do a few things for you. Seem like a fair enough trade?" Alfie broke into a grin before tugging him down low enough to press a kiss on those lips. "I'll do a few more if you get them for us, the idea of moving is a lot, plus your ass in that is too good to pass up."

#2gen: yves

"I know it's totally cliche to sit and not be social, but since when did effort become all that sexy anyways?" Alfie spoke as he kicked his feet on top of the table, red soles gleaming under the lights. His costume was perfection, thanks to a few devilish workers and his sisters delicate touch, all appreciated on his behalf since there had been no effort given. "Maybe some more shots is the right choice."

#chwstarter

Alfie De La Renta as Indiana Jones.

I'm like a bad penny, I always turn up.

#chwhalloween

keegan-dolsen

Keegan paced as he waited, anxiously awaiting a hello from the other side of the phone call. It'd been quite a bit since he'd ran into Cris– their summers having taken them in different directions. Very much by design, but despite his commitments to have a very solo summer... he'd found himself thinking of the guy whose voice he was hoping to hear pick up the phone.

"Hey..." ( @ofdelarenta )

ofdelarenta

"And like I said before, we love Naomi, but we're not going to go the brocade route this year." Cris was prepped for another heated debated, but just before his inner circle could retort, he was saved by the chime of his phone. One glance at the screen was enough to force a smile on his lips. Giving the staff a small nod, he turned and walked across the room into his office. "Hey? What is this, some grindr call? Hello, my love. Sweetness to my life." He purred, pausing only to laugh for a moment. "It's as if you knew I needed a dose of you. Did you get my gift? I know you said last time was too much, but I needed to prove there is no such thing as too many flowers."

#c: keegan

keegan-dolsen

“Hi, do you mind—” Louise had began to say before the person she’d been asking just so happened to breeze by her without so much as a second glance. “thanks for your help, asshole.” The woman had her hands full with binders, binders which so happened to be filled with pictures of archival De La Renta looks she believed would work as great as inspiration for this years collection. The brunette attempted open the door once– failing at doing do, but luckily for her, someone else was coming around. “Hey, if you could find it in your heart to open this door for me, I’d forever grateful.”

ofdelarenta

“Since when do you talk like you’re elderly?” Alfie asked as he swung the door open, but not before he turned to take a photo of the assbag who’d walked on by. Mistakes had to be answered for, and he’d see to it that they were. “This just plays into the conversation we had last night. You need a week off from all of this. I swear you’re gonna have more wrinkles than anyone in this family has ever had, and do you want that on your plate?” He shot her a smirk before sticking out his tongue. Someone had to make sure Louise took a moment away from the family bullshit. “What do you say to dropping all this off and going to an early dinner? If you say no, I will personally set fire to the mood board you’ve been working on.”

#2gen: louise

Alfie De La Renta.

Thing 2, aka Louise's twin brother.

Prefers to keep his circle small, quite selective, and even then he's usually at the bar trying to be a degenerate or studying.

He once tried to sell off archival looks whilst on a bender, so his time around the studio is always under a microscope, but he loves knowing he can get away with almost anything.

His current ambition is becoming a bartender, or a lawyer. Depending on the day.

Personality wise, he's more in tune with his emotions and open with them when he needs to be. Can be exhausting, but it's the price onc pays being the child of Keegan and Cris.

Ask him and he'll choose a favorite parent (Keegan) fast.

He pushes back against joining the family business like it's his job, even though he's shown natural talent for creating. Sometimes, in the dead of the night, he can be found looking at old sketches, redoing them, leaving them to be found and done with as people please. Never owning up to them being his.

Falls into the deep dark hole of feeling like he doesn't live up to his sister, but at the end of the day he knows she wouldn't leave him behind. That's bestie.

#chw2gen #2gen #alfie

keegan-dolsen:

Keegan pinched the bridge of his nose as he heard what Cris had to say, taking a moment to gather his emotions. He didn’t want to navigate this conversation on frustrations, because he wasn’t frustrated with the man in front of him. He very much looked at him and he still felt just as in awe with him as he had the first moment they’d locked eyes. Cris was the person for him, he knew that without any doubts. But there was trials and tribulations to their relationships, that he just needed a break from so that when, not if, they found themselves together again– he could navigate them so much easier. “Yes, you will be and I don’t hate you for it. I don’t.” Keegan told him, wanting his words to stay with Cris as no part of him held any ill will towards him. “Act? Cris, no moment with you was ever acted for the sake of portraying us as happy. Yes, there’s downsides to the notoriety that comes with your name but never did I pretend to be happy when we were together. There was plenty of great things that comes with being with you. You are single handedly the most romantic person I know, and I know that it’s because who you are. But I did need my break from you, from that.” He said, because he had to be earnest with the man in front of him. “Before you came into my life, I was just a kid from Illinois who only just dreamt of being in New York. You grew up with that attention, you grew up with the hounding and the invasion of privacy– I did not. The worse we had here was some ridiculous blog and even that didn’t feature me,” Keegan said, with a chuckle. “suddenly, I’m your boyfriend and our dates come with million and one camera flashes or worse, requests for me to move out of the way. And I took it on head first cause you were by my side through all off it, but I just needed a break.” He shook his head, happily allowing Cris to cuff his face as this was as close as they’d been since their break. “I would never want you to do that. I wouldn’t. Because you’ve worked so hard to be the person you are and I’m proud of that person. Please, do not mistake my grievances with our circumstance as anything to do with you, Cris. You are incredible.” Keegan assured him. “Plus, I think you’d hate being a regular ol’ person so much. It’s really not all it’s cut out to be.” He raised his own hand, placing it above Cris’ before intertwining their fingers. “You matter.”

“You know what’s so unbelievably annoying about all of this? Is that I know you’re being honest, that the break wasn’t because of us, but for you to grow and figure things out. I get that, but even in the slightest bit, you pushed me away during one of the most important times of your life. Discovering who you are, and me on the sidelines. I get that it sounds pathetic a bit, but if I matter, we have to figure something out. It’ll never happen again.” Cris spoke a mile a minute, the hold that the party favors had on him was growing by the minute. He didn’t want them to be those people who fought in public, or worse, cried, neither could come back from that. So... sad. Pedestrian. “There are three things in this life that matter to me now. Chanel, you, the brand. I don’t need anyone else, Keegan. I don’t want anyone else. Friends are great, but at the end of the day, with how crazy life is, I need people to come back to, to have there. You’re gonna have to figure out how we can be us through all of it. I wish there was a way to keep you out of all that, but aside from us never going out, or leaving, it’s a pipe dream. A fantasy.” Cris sighed and leaned into the others hand, his own reaching down to tug Keegan closer by the waist of his pants. He held on tight and sighed louder, his lips finding his cheek. “One of these days we’re gonna look back at this and laugh, laugh at the stupid, and how long we lasted not finding ourselves the nearest bathroom or closet.” He couldn’t help the soft laugh that left his lips. “I just want us to be okay. To be us. That and not to have your friends look at me like I am going to break you. Maybe make sure they know this isn’t Lifetime.”