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❛ i appreciate you more than you know , shi . ❜ lexi grins at him , bumping his arm with her shoulder . ❛ i'll give you credit for the footage but just know if you weren't a walking beanstalk , i'd say i recorded it myself . ❜
❝ well , what else are best buddies for ? ❞ fake stumbling to the side at her " shove " , shi pauses , mouth open in shock . ❝ beanstalk ?! i resent that ! i hate beans and you know it ! ❞
࿐ located somewhere at the high-end boutique district ࿐ closed for your muse of choice @unscr1pted @numbsout @meanderes @tingedrose @aureataes @rcvelry @silvercage
࿐ it's not unusual to find thea everywhere on her days off. half of her likes to wander, take in the wonders of the island, dream of what life would be like if she were in a guest's place enjoying all the amenities instead of being the cog in its machine. the other half, well, wanders to tune in on all the juicy conversations between the rich folk who talk too loud to think they're being discreet. she's focused on one between two aristocrats in particular, bad-mouthing another one of the guests, a name that thea recognizes that causes her to be more engrossed. so engrossed that fails to recognize company until she feels the tap on her shoulder. “ jesus! ” she jumps, spinning around at lightning speed. “ you nearly scared the life out of me! ”
shiloh , arguably , almost always had somewhere to be . whether it was a diving lesson he was booked for , another disciplinary meeting with his manager or a party he most certainly wasn't invited to , he hardly had the time to wander aimlessly about the isle . of course , none of that ever really stopped him from doing so , especially when ( in shiloh's opinion ) his manager could stand to wait an hour or two . and it was clear he'd made the right choice when he spotted thea half hidden in the bushes . ❝ you'd make a terrible spy , ❞ he whispered , shaking his head . he heard the two guests continue their conversation as if nothing had happened , brows raising when their gossip turned malicious . ❝ but i get why you were eavesdropping , ‘cos fuck , that’s brutal . ❞
starter 4 @rcvelry ( pandora ! )
“ how annoying would it be if i had something for you to sign ? ” something is a t-shirt with a cgi wolf howling at the moon and emerson collins' face next to it, cocooned by giant, overwhelming lettering declaring dusk saga. a precious relic for sleepovers that she'd had since she was 14. “ would it be more or less annoying if i brought my own pen for you to sign said theoretical thing ? ”
❝ not annoying at all , ❞ she reassured , grinning at the gaudy t-shirt — one she definitely had in her own closet . she hadn't exactly expected to be signing autographs on the isle , but she knew how loved the series had been and she was more than happy to oblige . ❝ i'd say you were ingenious to bring your own , considering i don't have one on me . as a matter of fact , i'll give extra brownie points if it's a sparkly silver one — y'know , for being so on theme . ❞
starter 4 @rcvelry ( shiloh ! )
“ i'm not trying to be an ass. ” an azure miracle : he's telling the truth for once. looks just a little nauseous, glasses on the edge of tipping off his nose. “ but who the hell decided that sailing was fun ? ” one hand is clutching a railing, scared he'll be thrown off the boat. the sailboat that was barely moving. a wave lurches the ship just the smallest amount and he groans. “ fuck no. can we get back to shore ? ”
❝ you're gonna yuck my absolute number one yum ? ❞ shiloh was pouting , he knew , but it had only taken him three people getting seasick in a day to realize that not everyone took to the sea like he did . ❝ it helps if you keep your eyes on the horizon , ❞ he advises with a sympathetic grimace , moving to turn the boat around — a bummer , but he had no desire to clean up after another sick passenger this week . ❝ if you really wanna waste this weather , i can take you back for sure . ❞
saint's brow raises in curiosity as he listens, focusing on not completely charring his own marshmallow. " energy, maybe? i mean, think about it— one s'more would have the average person bouncing off the wall in three minutes. " don't ask where he got this statistic from. " or, it could have a lot to do with not being able to eat only one. "
she paused , brow furrowed in amused skepticism when she looked over at him . ❝ so , you're saying that the average person gets a sugar high — like a toddler — after a single s'more ? ❞ an incredulous laugh escaped her , the sticky marshmallow forgotten in light of her amusement . ❝ saint , please tell me that happens to you . i would pay good money to see that firsthand . ❞
it's embarrassing that he hadn't had a s'more in years before this. something about lighting a marshmallow by the fireplace was nostalgic comfort. all this to say : he's in a good mood, if only from the sugar high from three marshmallows in a row. “ has anyone ever gotten a cavity from too many s'mores ? i feel like there's other candy that's at fault there. s'mores are a special occasion thing. maybe that's the ‘ more ' of it all. ”
she hadn't thought of it that way — the smell of burnt marshmallow and melting chocolate bringing back warm , if distant memories , ones that were few and far between .. and maybe that's what made them so cherished . ❝ y'know , i don't think anyone has , but after tonight i might be the first . ❞ she smiled , offering a delicate shrug . ❝ and it would be worth it , too . ❞
"i always thought it was cause you wanted more of them." ahri holds her marshmallow aloft the flame, turning slowly. she hates when they burn. "s'more. some more. cause you can't have just one?"
❝ that .. ❞ panda trails off , frowning . ❝ yeah , that's makes perfect sense , actually . i don't think i've ever stopped at one — or , if i'm being honest , even two s'mores in my life . ❞
"heck," she continues with a grin. "he might even win best dressed. what do you think?" with a gesture of her hand, winston does a little spin for shiloh before sitting back on his haunches and waiting for a new command. ahri laughs, reaching down to pet him as she looks back up at the other. "it's a clip on so no worries there. but don't tell all his secrets now, okay?"
❝ oh , he's so gonna win ! and just in case .. ❞ he pauses , looks around not so discreetly before leaning in to whisper , ❝ i'm not above rigging the votes . just let me know if you want some extra help . ❞ he winks with a grin , laughing at winston's tail wagging unknowingly beside them . ❝ shit , you're right , just let me— ❞ cutting himself off , he mimes locking his lips and throwing away the key .
Ah, clue. A beloved pastime she's been banned from indefinitely for getting 'too intense' during family game nights. Her arguments that they weren't getting intense enough naturally went ignored. “Oh, but I'd know. Colonel Mustard, you're not getting away with anything with me on the case.” She smiles then, but it wobbles precariously when he says Agatha Christine. Oh, that one hurt. “Just curious... how many books have you actually read, Shiloh?”
pressing his hands to his chest, shiloh twisted his features into a look of mock betrayal . ❝ you'd rat me out ?! and here i thought we were best friends forever , never to let the world come between us . ❞ dramatic as he was , his hands shifted to his abdomen , feigning pulling a dagger from his stomach , a look of shaky disbelief in his eyes . ❝ hey , two , brute ! you think you know someone ! ❞ dropping the act , he offers a smile that doesn't reach his eyes , her last comment stinging even if he won't admit it . ❝ i dunno .. at least a dozen .. reading isn't really my thing , you know ? i really liked the movies , though . your detective was way more badass than sherlock . ❞
his brows drew together like shiloh’s frown was personally devastating to him. with the kind of care that only came from roughly twenty-four months of knowing exactly how to handle a shiloh-level crisis, he reached over and gave the side of his cheek an almost reverent little pats. “there, there. the clean version of bed chem can’t hurt you here," he coaxed sloppily. he was still a little flushed from the drinks, hair a mess from all the dancing and mingling around he did earlier. "no crying, okay? crying shiloh makes ansel sad, and then we’re both sad and that’s like… spiritually… not allowed. i'm pretty sure."
the champagne had shiloh's mind pleasantly floaty , the partygoers around him only somewhat blurry around the edges , faces more attractive than they should be and even the slightest brush of skin on his own feeling hot to the touch. ansel's palm was scorching on shiloh's cheek , but he leaned into his friend's touch, a pout pulling at his lips as his eyes slipped closed. ❝ i know cum can be scary but she clearly likes it , so i don't get why they won't let her say so , ❞ he whines , bleary eyes opening again to look forlornly at ansel ( he was just a touch more in focus than the rest of the party and shiloh thinks his best friend is so pretty , just like a prince out of one of those movies his sister used to like ) . raising his own hands blindly forwards , shiloh takes hold of ansel's shoulders — the two of them undoubtedly looking ridiculous in the middle of the club — and squeezes . ❝ you're not afraid of cum , are you ? ‘cos i’m definitely not afraid of it ! sabrina is right and she should be allowed to say it ! ❞
uncertain if the question stems from the keys currently twisted in romeo's hand or if the situation presented is an itch shiloh's been eager to scratch — but either way , “ i'd consider it a day off , ” he answers , words chipped with resolve , as though shiloh's fantasy is a challenge worth accepting , “ hypothetically … just better hope whoever fucks with my shit remembers to turn the security cameras off . ”
shiloh knows a green light when he hears one — it's one of the few things he's very good at identifying , only because he's so used to hearing the opposite . grinning widely , he hops a little on the balls of his feet , the idea sounding more fun now that he knows he won't lose his job over it ( at least not from being snitched on ) . ❝ noted ! i'll , uh , relay the message to that somebody i was talking about that's definitely not me and never could be me ! he's— they're gonna be so glad to hear it ! ❞
"you need to step up your game if you wan to beat out winston." it's a joke of course; she doesn't believe anyone could beat how handsome he is. "i'm sure he'll let you borrow his little bowtie if you need it."
sighing in defeat , shiloh closed his eyes and shook his head , knowing damn well he'd never be able to match the beautiful boy's level of sophistication . ❝ is it at least a clip - on ? i don't know how to tie one of those .. it always just gets knotted or completely falls apart when i try . ❞
the answer feels more like a punch to the gut then she knows the other intends. did anyone care about anika chandra anymore ? she didn't want to know the answer. " point made ... " answering with a tick of her lips, " all the more reason to get the fuck out, " her fingers reaching across the table to grab a bottle of champagne, " wanna come with ? "
brow furrowing at the not - so - happy tone — one he was more than familiar with — shiloh tilted his head in confusion . had he said something wrong ? wouldn't be the first ( or last ) time he'd completely put his foot in his mouth without realizing it . and , of course , at the invitation , his confusion is forgotten as he grins back at her , eyes shining with mischief . ❝ oh , always , ❞ he agrees easily , turning to the next table over to grab a second bottle , raising it in a sweeping gesture in the direction of the doors in a poor imitation of some fancy man he's sure he's seen in some movie . ❝ lead the way . ❞
❛ and i missed it ?! ❜ she groans dramatically , going as far as to stomp her foot at the realization . ❛ god — he absolutely deserves it too . i hope he has a black eye the next time i see him . it would serve him right for being a weirdo . ❜
❝ next time i see one of your regulars get their ass handed to them by a girl not even half their size or age , i'll be sure to record it for you , ❞ he promised , raising his left hand to cover his heart chest . ❝ scout's honor . ❞ shiloh was not and had never been a boy scout .
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 : open starter 𝐰𝐡𝐨 : pandora & anyone 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 : the beach club fire pit, sometime after sunset
❝ y'know , i've always wondered , ❞ she began , carefully blowing out the flame that had caught on her marshmallow . ❝ if they're called s'mores , then that implies that they're more of something .. what are the more of ? sugar ? cavities ? ❞
eden’s not here for the spectacle. she’s tucked into the end of the long dinner table, black silk dress, diamonds winking whenever she turns her head. champagne untouched. a faint, knowing smile playing on her mouth as the room hums with too many introductions and even more ambition.
conversations swirl around her—loud, eager, desperate to impress. eden just listens, absently tracing the rim of her glass, quietly ranking everyone’s shoes and secrets.
a shadow falls across her table. she looks up, meets their eyes with that lazy kind of confidence only people born for spotlights can muster.
“you gonna sit?” eden asks, voice warm but edged. “or just planning to stand there until the caviar’s gone?”
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inauguration dinner, grand pavilion — open starter.
it was no accident that pandora had gotten so far in her career — performing .. pretending was what she excelled at . events like these were as much a stage as a movie set was , true feelings hidden behind simpering smiles and empty compliments , leaving her to wonder why she bothered attending them in the first place ; she hardly knew most of these people and the guest of honor even less . even so , it wasn't the worst thing she could be doing on a friday night , so she was determined to at least try and enjoy herself . pulled from her inner monologue by a voice to her right , panda turned when it was clear she was the one being addressed . ❝ wasn't planning on it originally , but if there's caviar then i definitely won't say no to a seat . ❞
