[thefunnyrp]

She raised an eyebrow at Rosemary’s statement, her lips twisting into a bright smile. “You know, I do happen to know quite a few Anyone’s at this party,” she teased, it not really hitting her that she had just met this girl and that she had no idea how the brunette would react. Perhaps it was just the excitement of the party that was getting to her. Lola wasn’t a party guest herself but she could feel it bouncing off of every wall. It was contagious. “As it is, however,” she tipped her head in the other girl’s direction. “I’m a third year at Constance. Charlotte Rhodes, but most people call me Lola.”

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

She laughed at the girl’s teasing, hoping she had finally found someone to talk to, and wouldn’t be forced to sit alone all night, staring at walls. She did look like she was working, however, and Rosemary didn’t want to interrupt that. But if she was there talking to her, she surely had a few minutes to waste. “Oh, really? Then it must be my lucky day! I did hear that there were a lot of Anyones around.” She replied, playing along. “It’s very nice to meet you, Lola. I’m Rosemary Hoffer. I don’t really have one nickname. You can call me Rose, Rosie, Mary... No one really calls me Mary, though.” She shook her head and chuckled, realizing she was rambling. “Maybe you should just stick to Rosemary. I’m a second year at Constance.”

[rxbertd-blog]

“I knew that of course,” He pulled the invitation out of his pocket, waving it in front of the girl. “The Queen of Constance,” He let out a laugh at the title. “So she is one of those types? What’s so scary about her? Is it her power or..” He trailed off, eyes traveling away from the girl and scanned the floor where everyone was mingling and dancing. “Yes it was, thank you. My name is Robert Dempsey – or now Bechtel.” He added with a smile. 

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

Rosemary laughed along with him, also finding the way they called her royalty a bit amusing. “I know, I know. You get used to it, after a while.” She thought about his question. What was so scary about Blair Waldorf? “It’s probably her power. People really value their social lives around here.” She then took another look at the boy, vaguely recalling what someone had told her about the Bechtel’s adopting a foster child. “It’s nice to meet you, Robert. I’m Rosemary Hoffer.”

[goldenarchibad-blog]

A signaling finger went up at her agreement, and the next moment, two green bottles had been slid in front of them. Nate picked his up, angling it towards the girl beside him, and said, “Hope you like Heineken.” He raised his bottle slightly in her direction, a silent cheers. His face went blank at her question. He had never been great at hiding his emotions, and he supposed his discontent with Serena was written all over his face. He turned to appraise the girl, not entirely sure who she was. She looked vaguely familiar. “What–? Oh, yeah, everything’s fine.” He replied, downing half his drink in one gulp. He turned his body slightly toward her, trying to figure out where she was from. “Chapin, right?” He asked, pointing at her, crinkling his brow in question.

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

Rosemary shrugged, she wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of beer, but it was drinkable. “Thank you.” She picked up her bottle and went along with his silent cheers before taking a sip. She studied his face for a while, as well as she could with this terrible light, and it was easy to see that at least something was not fine. Still, she hardly thought he’d want to discuss it with a stranger, so she let go of it. “Um, no. Constance, actually.” She wondered how long it would take for him to realize she was a Brooklynite, and didn’t belong there. Hopefully, he wouldn’t care. Being thrown out would be quite embarrassing.

[rxbertd-blog]

Robert nodded at her question, it wasn’t something to hide. This world was all new to him and he still needed to find his way around and that meant he needed someone from the inside to tell him everything he needed to know. “Yes, I’m new. Been here for a week or so, but still trying to figure everything out.” He cleared his throat before taking a swift drink of his water, his fingers lingering on the glass when he placed it down on the counter. “So, answer me, who is Blair Waldorf?”

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

“Well, for one, she’s the host of this party.” Rosemary pointed out. She suspected he already knew that, though, and it wasn’t quite the answer wanted. The girl sighed before answering, not knowing exactly how to explain the hierarchy of the Upper East Side. “Blair is basically the queen of Constance. You know, that one girl everyone worships and at the same time is not-so-secretly afraid of.” She said, wondering if there had been someone like that at his old school. “Was that the answer you were looking for?”

[rxbertd-blog]

Robert was still trying to get accustomed to the new world he was pulled into; of course he had lived with a wealthy family previously, but none of them reached the level of power the Bechtel’s held. With a new drink in hand, the boy turned to his right, eyes focused one the person in his line of sight. “Can someone mind telling me who Blair Waldorf is?”

[rxbertd-blog]

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

Upon hearing the boy’s question, Rosemary felt a bit surprised. This was Blair’s party. Even those who were crashing, herself included, knew who she was. “I’m guessing you’re new around here?” She asked, instead of answering. That was, in her mind, the most logical explanation as to why he did not know who the Queen Bee was. After all, she had asked nearly the same question her first day at Constance.

[goldenarchibad-blog]

Why did you even text her, idiot? The words echoed in Nate’s mind as he stared at the screen of his phone, Serena’s latest message blinking back at him. He clicked out of it, not even bothering to respond. What could he even say at that point? He couldn’t admit that he was in love with her and it killed him to see her walk in with his cousin, who hated him. He couldn’t admit that she was right. He took a long pull of his beer, finishing the bottle, before turning around and resting his elbows on the bar top. He signaled to the bartender that he was ready for another one when he noticed a familiar figure beside him. “You want one?”

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

As soon as Rosemary realized who she had just sat down beside, she silently cursed herself. Of course, she instantly recognized Nathaniel Archibald, the Golden Boy, Blair’s boyfriend. As in the same Blair whose party she had just crashed. Now that he had already noticed her, it was too late to go away. All she could do was hope that he had no idea she didn’t belong there. “Sure, thanks.” She smiled, before noticing he looked a bit distressed. Her caring nature soon took over, and even though she originally had no intention of engaging in a conversation with him, she had to ask. “Is everything alright?”

[lawsonwyatt-deactivated20151224]

gatecrashing || rosemary & wyatt

[lawsonwyatt-deactivated20151224]

Wyatt looked up as the door opened, attempting to say something but the words stuck in his throat. He ended up just smiling, trying to gather his bearings. It was unfair, how she would always look so effortlessly pretty and make his brain turn to mush. He tilted his head as she spoke, intent to actually say something this time. “Well, I remember someone saying something about punctuality being important, so I figured I’d do my best.” He nodded, fiddling with his keys in his pockets. “You look beautiful,” he said, loud enough for her to hear, but only just. He tilted his head towards his truck and said “After you,” letting her pass in front of him so she couldn’t see the heat rising to his cheeks. There was no rule that said friends couldn’t tell other friends they were beautiful. All he was doing was showing off his trademark Wyatt Lawson honesty. At least, that’s what he was telling himself to justify it.

He opened the passenger door for her, swallowing thickly on his way to the driver’s side. He started the truck’s engine, checking his blind spot as he pulled out of Rosemary’s driveway. “So, Hoffer,” he began, knowing once they started talking he’d become at least a bit more at ease. “Is this your first time crashing a fancy party?”

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

Rosemary looked down, blushing. She pursed her lips, and opened up the biggest smile, which she thought made her look like an idiot. “Thanks.” She managed to mumble, hoping he’d hear what she said. “You also look...” She touched her neck and bit her lower lip, searching for a compliment that would sound friendly rather than flirty. “You look really good.” She hadn’t meant to emphasize the “really”, but playing it cool with people she had feelings for had never been her strength. Well, he was the one who had called her beautiful. Not that she minded.

She nodded, silently thanking him when he opened the passenger door. She got in the car and instinctively put the seat belt on, shifting a bit, trying to make herself more comfortable. “As a matter of fact, it is.” She smiled, knowing the change of subject would quickly change her mood as well. “I guess you’re a bad influence on me.”

[thefunnyrp]

Lola was running late, practically adjusting her tie as she sneaked through the back entrance of the club and hurried over to her first station. She had been relieved of setting up that night due to a lesson she hadn’t been able to re-schedule, but she knew that only meant she would be given the more time-consuming duties that night when it came to clean-up. Well, a job was a job.

She stopped mid-step, however, when she passed a familiar figure in the hall who looked to be a) quite lost, or b) quite inebriated. The party had just started, so she doubted it would be the latter, but then again, the upper east side had a sliding scale of what amount of pre-gaming would be appropriate. She looked towards the door that would lead to another door which would lead down a hallway and to the main room– so close– and then back at her fellow peer, before deciding that the right thing to do would be to help that person out. “Excuse me,” she stepped towards him/her, a smile on her lips. “Is there anything I could do to help?”

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

Despite having arrived at the party with Wyatt, Rosemary had lost him somewhere in the crowd. She wasn’t necessarily sure as to what she should do now, seeing as he was probably one of the few people in this party who didn’t despise her due to her social class. That was what she got for crashing a party meant for Upper East Siders only. While looking around for familiar faces, she heard the voice of another girl, and turned around to face her. “Oh, no, I’m just looking for...” She faltered. “Anyone, really. But thank you for asking.” She smiled, before realizing she recognized the girl from somewhere. “I feel like I’ve seen you before. Do you go to Constance?”

[lawsonwyatt-deactivated20151224]

gatecrashing || rosemary & wyatt

Wyatt and parties were on very familiar terms. Sometimes they were lowkey, most of the time they got out of hand, but Wyatt had a sinking feeling Kiss on the Lips was going to be much different. This definitely wasn’t his first party in New York, but it was his first in Manhattan, and they were two very different things. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone, and was only going to have a beer or two because of the company he would be driving, so tonight was a rare opportunity for him to witness a party almost totally sober. 

He pulled up to Rosemary’s at eight on the dot, making his way to her front door and taking a few deep breaths. He wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with being nervous around her and being allowed to limited numbers of drinks, but he could handle it. He had to. He knocked on the door, then instinctively put his hands in his pockets––a nervous tick.

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

Rosemary had never been the kind of person to actively seek out parties, but when Wyatt told her about Kiss on the Lips, she didn’t see a reason why she shouldn’t go. That was, of course, other than the fact that she hadn’t been invited. And that ever since she had lied to him about her virginity, she felt like she couldn’t be trusted around alcohol. Okay, so maybe there were a few reasons why she shouldn’t go. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t. If anything, this was a lot more fun than sitting alone in her bedroom, finishing her homework. And it was a way to go out with Wyatt without the pressure of actually going out with Wyatt.

Still, she spent longer than she’d like to admit getting ready, and could already feel the butterflies in her stomach. She was uneasy, pacing back and forth, waiting to hear a knock on the door. When she finally did, the girl took a few deep breaths before opening, reminding herself that Wyatt was her friend and there should be no reason to act nervous around him. “Hey!” She greeted him, visibly a bit shaky. She then proceeded to quickly slip her phone out of her purse, in order to check the time. “It’s exactly eight o’clock. You’re punctual.”

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

Everyone else was enjoying the party and honestly, Warren was in his own way. Sat at the bar, he could see everything he wanted to; the girls practically eye fucking him across the room, any drama the night was sharing and most importantly, it kept him away from anyone he knew too well. ❝If you’re here to talk, I suggest you walk in the opposite direction❞ Warren stated as someone approached on his left side, not even bothering to look at who.

Going to parties had never been exactly Rosemary’s idea of fun, but she could enjoy herself. So far, however, she had mostly been walking around and staring at people, avoiding much socialization. Deciding she didn’t want to be a complete wallflower, she decided to head towards the bar. Maybe some alcohol would improve her mood. “Actually, I’m here for a drink. After that, I promise to leave you alone.”

[lawsonwyatt-deactivated20151224]

He held his breath expectantly, clicking his teeth as soon as he heard her say ‘but.’ “Of course, you’re right. Worth a shot, though.” He looked down at his feet, then met her eyes. “I’ll pick you up around eight?” he asked. The thought of Rosemary trying to find a ride home from someone at a party at god knows what time just didn’t sit well with him. Maybe he was a touch too protective of her, but then again, he would be the first one to admit it.

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

She bit her lower lip, tucking a string of hair behind her ears. Even though she had done it a million times, the girl took no pleasure in turning down Wyatt. It was hard to resist someone she found so irresistible. Sometimes, she wished he’d just stop asking, but it was strangely comforting to know that he wouldn’t give up on her that easily. “Sounds good.” She nodded. “Is anyone else coming?”

[goldenarchibad-blog]

“I was just going to tell you that you dropped your wallet. Figured you’d might want it.”

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

“Oh, definitely. Thank you so much. Losing it would not have been very pleasant.”

[lawsonwyatt-deactivated20151224]

“Not sure when everything is supposed to start.” He smirked at her not-so-innocently, an idea popping into his mind. “It might get a little confusing, actually. We should probably meet up beforehand and have dinner and see a movie just so neither of us gets lost in the big city. Then we can go make fun of rich people at the party.”

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

“Oh, is that so?” She asked, knowing exactly what Wyatt was suggesting. He was persistent, she had to give him that. “But then we might be late to a party we’re not invited to. I mean, we’re already crashing it, the least we can do is be punctual. Don’t forget your manners, Lawson.”

[erinaustxn-deactivated20150908]

The thought of going over someone else’s hourse was entirely too tiring for her. Julia crashed after school. She got under her covers and literally slept into the night, until she woke up, a panic attack overcoming her once she realized she’d forgotten her work. Luckily for Julia though, having a perfect GPA and brilliant, genius mind came in handy and she was able to do her work quite quickly. However, Rosemary Hoffer wasn’t that bad. She was quiet, and smart, just like her. She’d doubt she’d have to make a lot of conversation and besides, her mother would pry at her for going straight to bed after school anyhow. 

“Uh, your house? That’s fine. Yeah, I usually finish all of my Chem work early, too. The class is a breeze so far. I’m more worried for AP Calc, although unlike so many things and chaos, numbers don’t change. They’re a constant.” She said, biting down on her lip. 

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

Even though Rosemary usually preferred to work alone, being as prone to distractions as she was, she knew that asking Julia to go over her work with her had been a good call. Of course, the girl had always considered herself to be pretty smart, but it was no secret that her intelligence was nothing compared to Julia’s. Despite the fact that the extent of their relationship was being in a few AP classes together, she was nearly certain that the other girl wasn’t the kind to spill the latest gossip instead of working. Which is exactly why she wouldn’t mind having her around. They were both committed to their schoolwork, so hopefully, this would go well.

“I try not to leave anything for the last minute. Pressure seems to motivate a lot of people, but I am definitely not one of them. Who would say math could be so comforting, huh? I’m planning on taking AP Calc next year, so tell me how it goes.”

[okhallie]

I’m a little occupied if you couldn’t tell, but I don’t mind if you stand around and watch. Join, if you will. Be careful of this one, she’s got her claws out.

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

I, just, uh... I-I think I left my jacket somewhere around here. Have you- uh, have either of you seen it?

[lawsonwyatt-deactivated20151224]

He shrugged. “Pretty sure we’re not invited since we might touch something with our grimy Brooklyn hands, but what else are back doors for?” He let out a chuckle then pursed his lips, realizing her question. “Are you saying you care whether I’m there or not? I’m flattered.”

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

“Of course I do. Haven’t you heard that I absolutely cannot live without you?” She raised her eyebrows teasingly. “Back door it is, then. Where and when?”

[margotbass-deactivated20150729]

How fruitful. You do realize a tv show teaches that to five year olds right? Tell me how do you stay so mediocre Rosemary ? It may be your only talent.

[rosemaryhoffer-blog]

Obviously, where else would I have learned how to do that? That is actually a great question, thank you for asking. I don’t think I would ever be able to maintain this level of mediocrity if it wasn’t for people like you so vehemently believing in me, Margot. I am truly thankful for all the support.