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[starstm]

☆ starstm is a dependent rp blog for campusloser ! penned by mar (she/her)

.✦ ݁˖ 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐨. the diva. former left wing for the saint rivera's ice hockey titans. now a cheerio and one of the new directions' most recent recruits. ( anthony keyvan )

intro. gallery. musings.

[rawtalents]

   🎸           ˚           ﹕ㅤㅤ  hollis might not have an appreciation for the show choir's near-constant singing and dancing, he could still recognize the theatricality, how most of them seemed to be always making the most dramatic choice possible at every fork in the road. and he couldn't help the snort that escaped him as the liquor spilled over the fabric, almost as if performing for an audience of one  ──────  and well, hollis certainly didn't mind being an inspiration for someone to have the bravado to show more skin.  “  you sure you don't want me to just take the whole thing off?  ”  of course, he was mostly joking, but took oliver checking him out as an invitation for flirtation. still, his fingers found ties at oliver's back, undoing them with surprising care until the fabric slipped free into his hands.   “  but i'm glad to hear that. too many rumors flying around 'bout hypotheticals and who'd look good together, so it's about time someone gives the rumor mill actual good material,  ”  hollis said as his hand settled lightly on oliver's waist, a beat before tying the strips of fabric around his hips, pulling them tighter to fit his form better, adjusting once, twice, until it didn't look like an afterthought anymore.  “  anyone in particular you got your eye on tonight?  ”  asked as he gave it a final tug, just strong enough to test the knot. then, he took oliver's hand, a firm pull to turn him back around to face him  ──────  a crooked smile tugging on his lips as he admired his work, then oliver, gaze lingering longer than necessary.  “  looks good. now we look like we're committing equal amounts of blasphemy. guess the only thing left to do is sin in practice and not just in theory.  ”  

[starstm]

oliver couldn't help but chuckle when hollis joked about just taking the whole thing off. "i mean, i wouldn't mind, but i feel like this is probably the more socially acceptable option." as socially acceptable as it could get in a slutty jesus costume, that was. he stayed still as hollis worked on his costume, though his attention was focused more on the steady hands that were retying it than on the costume itself. hollis was being surprisingly attentive for someone who'd joked about simply stripping him a few seconds earlier, and oliver appreciated the effort. the hand on his waist distracted him for just a beat, and he resisted the urge to lean into the touch. "well, i came here with sully tonight, but that doesn't necessarily mean we'll be spending the entire night together. so let's just say i'm still testing the waters," he answered, keeping things a little vague on purpose.

when hollis turned him back around, oliver looked down for a second to admire his work, then lifted his gaze back to hollis with a playful smile. "much better, thank you." he took a step forward, closing the space between them until barely an inch remained, eyes drifting down to hollis's lips. "maybe we should give them something sinful to talk about, then." he waited for just a second, before closing that last bit of distance between them and kissing him slowly. one hand settled lightly against hollis's side, letting the kiss linger and making no attempt to hide the grin that tugged at his lips against hollis's. if they were going to give the rumor mill something to work with, they might as well make it worth their while.

[onwiththeshcw]

jealousy  isn't  really  rhys's  style,  but  given  the  fact  that  he's  dressed  up  as  a  literal  monster  and  well…  it  seems  slightly  more  plausible.  there's  something  about  someone  you  like  being  so  intertwined  with  someone  you  hate  to  the  point  of  wearing  a  couple's  costume,  and  rhys  never  wants  to  be  the  butt  of  the  joke.  it's  the  being  taken  by  surprise  of  it  all  that  really  is  messing  with  his  mind,  but  he  files  that  away  to  be  annoyed  about  some  other  time.  instead,  he  rakes  in  the  literal  god  in  front  of  him,  because  that's  far  more  important.  “i'm  bowser,”  he  supplies  unhelpfully,  gesturing  over  his  shoulder  to  the  party  behind  them.  “princess  peach  got  stolen  away  by  mario  again.”  he  doesn't  sing,  nor  does  he  want  to,  despite  his  casting  as  rocky  and  doctor  dillamond  in  the  last  two  shows.  granted,  rhys  is  taking  it  as  a  compliment.  “i  don't  sing,  but  if  you  wanted  to  sing  careless  whisper  i  could  get  the  sax  going.”  not  like  he  carried  his  saxophone  on  his  person,  but  maybe  aidan  had  one  lying  around  he  could  play. 

suddenly,  oliver's  drink  is  in  his  hands,  and  rhys  is  borderline  impressed  and  equal  parts  confused  as  oliver  does  a  one  handed  cartwheel  in  the  middle  of  the  party,  but  he  recovers  quickly  enough.  “i  guess  if  i  could  do  that,  i  would  whip  it  out  at  parties,  too.”  he  rubs  the  back  of  his  neck,  his  posture  slightly  more  relaxed  as  he  holds  out  oliver's  drink  for  him.  “so…  careless  whisper?  run  away  with  me  by  carly  rae  jepsen?  maybe  i'll  just  play  the  mouth  saxophone  instead.” 

[starstm]

oliver still doesn't quite get it. sure, he knows that rhys and sully can't stand each other for some reason, but he can't wrap his head around why they seem to hate each other so much that they both get annoyed whenever oliver spends time with the other. the last thing he wants is to let it ruin his night, though, so he decides not to ask any further questions about it. if they want to kill each other, they can do it on their own time.

"oh, i've got lots of great party tricks," oliver tells rhys with a smirk. "maybe i'll show you another one later." he takes his drink from rhys, deliberately letting his fingers brush against his for a beat before taking a long sip, his eyes lighting up at rhys's song suggestions. "oh my god, yes. we have to do careless whisper! wait, but do you actually play the sax? i didn't even know that." he looks around, as if he's somehow expecting to spot a saxophone right there in the middle of the party, then shakes his head. "aidan doesn't really strike me as the type to own one, actually, so the mouth saxophone it is. but come on, just sing one chorus with me?" his eyes widen slightly, and he gives rhys his best dramatic pout, hoping he would fall for it. "i'm sure you're not that bad." he leans in a little closer until his lips are almost brushing against rhys's ear, whisper-shouting, "you definitely can't be worse than sully."

[stupidiots]

the  fact  that  oliver  recognised  it  earned  him  several  points  in  wyatt’s  entirely  imaginary  ranking  system.   “  you  got  it.  that  already  puts  you  miles ahead  of  the  person  who  asked  if  i  was  a  divorced  detective.  ”  his  smile  held  as  oliver  looked  him  over.  then  a  finger  caught  beneath  his  lapel,  oliver’s  eyes  dropped  to  his  mouth,  and  whatever  wyatt  might’ve  said  next  disappeared.  he’d  wondered  what  oliver  might  be  like  without  half  the  party  orbiting  nearby;  apparently,  the  answer  was  close,  warm,  and  not  especially  subtle.  he  could  work  with  that.  “  yeah,  that’d  be  cruel,  ”  he  said,  letting  his  own  eyes  dip  to  oliver’s  mouth  before  meeting  his  gaze  again.  “  getting  everyone’s  hopes  up  for  nothing.  ”

he  set  his  coke  beside  the  boombox,  then  worked  the  trench  coat  from  his  shoulders  one  sleeve  at  a  time.  the  closet  made  it  less  graceful  than  he  would’ve  preferred.  his  elbow  clipped  the  wall  and  the  fabric  caught  briefly  at  his  wrist,  but  his  eyes  stayed  on  oliver  throughout.  once  the  coat  came  free,  leaving  the  clash  shirt  underneath,  wyatt  dropped  it  over  the  speaker  and  stayed  where  he  was.  “  one layer down.  ”  his  smile  pulled  a  little  wider  as  he  closed  some  of  the  space  between  them,  one  hand  settling  lightly  at  oliver’s  waist.  “  how  committed  are  you  to  not  disappointing  them?  ”

[starstm]

oliver leaned back just enough to give wyatt the space he needed to shrug off his trench coat, though his eyes stayed fixed on him. there was something oddly charming about watching him wrestle with the sleeves in the cramped space, and oliver couldn't stop grinning as he watched him. "much better," he commented once wyatt dropped the coat. he took the hand on his waist as an invitation to close the remaining distance between them, draping his own arms loosely around wyatt's neck. "oh, i'm very committed. and it sounds like you are too. so let's give the people what they want, right?" he tilted his head just slightly, meeting wyatt's gaze once more before finally pressing his lips against his. it's not like oliver was actually just doing it for the people outside the door, though. he would've happily kissed wyatt in any other corner of the apartment tonight, or even in the middle of the living room for all he cared. the game had simply given him a convenient excuse, and he was planning on making the most of those seven minutes.

[stupidiots]

closed starter ft. @starstm's oliver

perhaps  the  stars  had  finally  tilted,  however  slightly,  in  wyatt’s  favour—or  whatever  the  astrology  enthusiasts  would’ve  said.  personally,  he  was  inclined  to  give  the  app  most  of  the  credit.  oliver  had  caught  his  attention  often  enough  to  earn  his  vote  on  'hot  or  not'  two  weeks  running,  though  he’d  assumed  that  would  be  the  full  extent  of  it.  then  they  were  paired  together  and  sent  into  the  closet,  which  felt  vaguely  regressive.  still,  he  was  mostly  relieved  to  be  sharing  it  with  someone  who  didn’t  seem  ready  to  tear  into  him  (  he  hoped?  ).  had  wyatt  known  where  the  night  was  heading,  he  might've  chosen  a  costume  that  made  him  look  less  like  a  walking  eighties  reference—or,  at  the  very  least,  left  the  boombox  behind. 

instead,  he’d  carried  it  in  by  the  handle  and  a  coke  in  his  other  hand,  unwilling  to  leave  something  he’d  gone  to  the  trouble  of  having  converted  into  a  working  speaker  unattended  in  a  penthouse  full  of  drunk  people.  after  some  careful  manoeuvring,  he  set  it  safely  against  the  wall  without  spilling  his  drink  or  taking  out  one  of  oliver’s  ankles,  then  settled  beside  it.  “  at  least  one  of  us  dressed  for  the  lack  of  ventilation.  ”  the  trench  coat  had  seemed  considerably  more  sensible  before  wyatt  found  himself  folded  into  a  closet  beside  someone  wearing  roughly  half  a  costume.  he  tugged  at  one  lapel,  already  too  warm,  and  let  his  eyes  stray  back  to  oliver.  “  you  look  really  good,  by  the  way.  ”  he  took  a  sip  of  coke.  “  easily  the  hottest  jesus  i’ve  ever  seen.  ” 

(  unclear  how  many  jesuses  wyatt  had  assessed  before  reaching  this  conclusion.  )

[starstm]

oliver would be lying if he said he hadn't noticed wyatt lately. there was something mysterious about him, something he couldn't quite put his finger on but that definitely drew him in. he just hadn't quite found the right excuse to make a move yet, and apparently, he didn't need one anymore. the game had just done his work for him. a grin spread across oliver's face as he watched the other guy carefully manoeuvre the speaker into a safe spot, and it only grew bigger at his compliments. "thanks." oliver's gaze lingered on wyatt for just a moment, taking in the rest of his costume as well as he could in the cramped space. "you do too, you know. even with so many layers," oliver chuckled. "lloyd dobler, huh? a classic. i like it. and the fact that you've been carrying that boombox around all night is pretty impressive." part of him wanted to get into an elaborate conversation about say anything, or even 80s movies in general, or ask where the hell wyatt had found that boombox. but he could always do that later. right now, they only had... what? six and a half minutes left? "maybe you should lose the coat before you disappear into a puddle on the floor, though." oliver leaned in a little closer, reaching out to hook a finger beneath one of wyatt's lapels, giving it an absent-minded tug. "i mean, everyone outside is probably expecting us to walk out a little less put together." his eyes dropped to wyatt's lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "and i'd hate to disappoint them."

[arabwife]

I’ll get over it I just gotta be dramatic first

[theh0uset0ur]

God, Indira loved Halloween. The one day you could totally get away with dressing like a slut? Color her sold. It took her approximately three seconds to find the cutest little lost soul she had ever seen, her wings nearly knocking over one of the five Patrick Batemans at this party. "Oops, sorry! Totes didn't mean it!" She had the mind to call out as she sauntered over.

"Babe, where's your drink?" She cooed, a little pout accompanying her face. "You can't not have a drink. I'm bummed; you're bumming me out. I've never been this bummed in my entire life." The pout never left her face. In fact, it became far more pronounced as she kept speaking. "We have to got to change that. Here. It's something called... uh...." Words never did come easy to her unless there was a like or totally in front of them.

"Jumping Juice. No! Jolly Juice. Wait! It'll come back to me. Here," she placed the cup in their hand, already scooting past to reach for the clearest bottle of liquid she could get her paws on. She popped it open and took a giant swig, her face wincing immediately. "Ooh, rum! I feel like a pirate!"

[starstm]

oliver blinked for just a second— he adored indira, but with the amount of alcohol that was currently in his system, it took him a second to adjust to her vibe. "do you mean jungle juice?" he asked, staring into the cup she just handed him with a disapproving grimace. there was absolutely no way he was drinking that "thanks, but i trust this even less than coach steele's master cleanse concoction, so i'm gonna pass." the drink is quickly placed on the nearest surface, before he holds out his golden prop cup to indira. "can i have some of that rum instead?" her enthusiasm is infectious, and it's already making oliver feel a little less frustrated about the whole situation with sully. "maybe you could go as a sexy pirate next year. you look stunning by the way. pink is totally your color! are you having a good time?"

[loserspng]

the lights in the penthouse have to be fucking with his vision. or maybe it’s the cheap beer he’s been downing for the past hour. carter blinks and blinks but the person standing in front of him dressed in a jesus costume still doesn’t compute. “aren’t you supposed to be judas?” the question comes out a bit slurred as he tilts his head at the other. “and are you glowing?” he fumbles to set his cup down on the beer pong table to get a loser look. his fingers pinch the fabric and sure enough, golden glitter falls and lands in his drink. “damn, i probably shouldn’t be so close — the big man might strike us both down,” he drawls with stupid smile on his face. but then a burning question sobers him up. “wait, who do you beg for forgiveness?” @starstm

[starstm]

"i take it you're still not over that, huh?" oliver comments, raising an eyebrow as he grinned at carter. "and yes, i am glowing. does judas glow?" he doesn't protest when carter touches the fabric of his costume, but he does pull a face when he watches a generous amount of glitter land in his former teammate's drink. "i don't think it's the big man you should be worried about," he grimaces. "you might want to grab a new drink..." when he's sure carter is distracted enough by his own burning question, oliver smoothly takes the cup from his hand. "here, drink this," he says, reaching for a bottle nearby and handing it to carter before answering his question. "up until about thirty minutes ago, i would've said i beg a priest for forgiveness." his gaze drifted across the room for just a moment, settling on sullivan before he shakes his head and looks back at carter. "but right now? no one. i answer to myself, and myself only." he looks his former teammate up and down, trying to figure out what exactly he was looking at. "and you are... wait, are you charlie from charlie's angels? that's actually pretty awesome!"

[mckennaro]

closed starter: mckenna & @starstm

hallobirthwrap party!

"oliverrrrrr," mckenna says, walking up to her friend and kissing his cheek. "that was crazy back there, right?" she asked, as they had just come from playing spin the bottle, which for some reason they were all talking to. they really were on varying degrees of intoxication. "i'm a little relieved though, that no one got the chance to ask me to do something humiliating. i don't know if i could've taken it in stride as well as everyone else."

[starstm]

"mckennaaa," oliver greets his friend, matching her tone as he kisses her cheek and wraps an arm around her. "god, yes, it really was. i desperately need another drink after that debacle." what most of them really needed at this point was a glass of water, but oliver wasn't planning on holding back tonight. "and hey, you're tougher than you think, kenna. i'm sure you would've survived. c'mon, let's go grab another drink?"

[xoxoclementines]

clementine could more than entertain herself, especially in a situation like this one. drunk classmates are great sports at joining her in dancey tiktok videos, and she has made more than a few friends this way over the years. but she's got her phone on her little charger as she spots oliver- girl making her way over in his direction seeing the general... disposition he has.

    ❝    hey, oliver- what's going on? are you okay?    ❞    

it seems she's missed a bit of a thing- since he's not the only one.

@starstm

[starstm]

oliver was texting frantically, jaw clenched, "i'm fine," oliver replied, although his exaggerated sigh made it clear that he was, in fact, not fine. "sully's just being difficult. or being sully, really. we played spin the bottle truth or dare and now he's pissed off, or whatever. here," he shoved his phone into clementine's hands. "can you hold onto this for me? i swear to god, if that man texts me one more time, i'm gonna block him. or punch him. or throw my phone out the window." he lasted exactly three seconds before holding his hand back out. "actually... i just realised we haven't made a single tiktok tonight, and we definitely need to change that."

[labcorphehe-deactivated20260118]

tmi stands for tell me immediately

[hcngover]

as sexy satan, aidan feels practically unstoppable tonight, moving through his penthouse and pausing every few feet to deliver another unsolicited costume verdict. to be fair, most of his guests had clearly understood the assignment that a party this iconic demanded some commitment. still, aidan keeps his critical eye in place. sometimes the reviews are genuine, sometimes he's just looking for a reason to roast someone for the hell of it. halfway through judging someone's questionable jack sparrow outit, something catches his attention across the room. "...well, i be fucked." is that oliver over there, dressed as slutty jesus? so much for aidan being the most blasphemously hot guy at his party. he sighs before making a beeline through the crowd. "alright, move your asses, prince of darkness coming though." a few people laugh as they step aside, and by the time aidan reaches him, oliver already seems to have already noticed him approaching. "jesus christ... hmm, i don't remember ever saying that with this much sincerity." his eyes linger on the cheerio for a second. "you know, with how much you're triggering my catholic guilt right now, if you were to ask me to repent for my sins, i'd at least hear you out." he takes another sip of whiskey, pretending to consider the situation very seriously. "which is a huge fucking problem, because i was planning on making you fall from grace tonight, not dragging myself back toward it." @starstm

[starstm]

"satan," oliver greeted him with a smirk, leaning back against the table as he shamelessly let his eyes roam over aidan's body. "i was wondering when you'd come and tempt me, you know. seems like you finally managed to lure me into your lair. believe it or not, but being here is actually triggering my catholic guilt." he was pretty sure that thinking satan was incredibly hot wasn't something the bible approved of. "it's almost as if we planned this, isn't it?" oliver reached for aidan's glass of whiskey and casually plucked it out of his hands before taking a sip, without asking. "and how were you planning on doing that, exactly? because i'm open to ideas." he handed the glass back, his fingers brushing against aidan's just a little longer than necessary. "maybe we could switch things up a little, right? i mean, with this much thigh exposure, i have a feeling jesus might be the one needing to get on his knees and ask for forgiveness tonight."

[onwiththeshcw]

rhys  fucking  loved  madonna.  he  didn't  want  to  say  that  she  was  his  ultimate  guilty  pleasure,  as  he  had  many  of  those  of  the  pop  princess  variety.  he  was  supposed  to  be  cool,  though,  on  his  yacht  listening  to  dad  rock  and  being  super  nonchalant  about  everything.  but  given  how  he'd  watched  oliver  sing  with  fucking  sully,  of  all  people,  well…  it  was  stirring  up  a  series  of  emotions  that  rhys  wasn't  sure  what  to  deal  with.  envy?  no,  he  didn't  want  to  get  up  there  and  do  karaoke.  jealousy?  more  likely,  but…  of  who?  desire…?  yup,  that  felt  like  the  safest  bet  at  the  moment.  alcohol  plus  concussion  equalled  a  rhys  who  could  not  handle  this.  “i  can't  even  make  eye  contact  with  you  right  now.  your  voice  is  like  a  combination  of  fergie  and  jesus,”  rhys  quoted,  putting  his  hand  over  his  eyes  like  a  shade  as  he  attempted  to  block  out  some  of  the  light  in  the  room,  and  to  play  into  the  no  eye  contact  bit.  “what  the  hell.  why  do  you  look  so  hot  right  now?  why  didn't  we  have  a  duo  costume?  are  you  and  him  like…”  rhys  frowned,  because  this  was  a  dangerous  road  to  go  down.  “i  can't  sing,  but  i  wanna  sing  something  with  you,  too.”

closed starter for @starstm

[starstm]

"rhys, babe, you mixed up your inner voice with your outer voice," oliver fake-whispered, placing his hands on rhys' biceps for no other reason than that he simply felt like touching them. he couldn't help but chuckle at the step brothers quote, though. "do i detect a little jealousy here?" his tone was light, slightly teasing, and he let the question linger for just a little longer than necessary, an amused twinkle in his eye. "relax. sully and i just thought it would be funny. and if i'd known you would have agreed to sing with me i totally would've asked you to join us, mister —" he looked at rhys' outfit once again, frowning slightly as he tried once again to figure out what exactly he was looking at. "you know what, i give up. i'm not even gonna pretend i know what you are," he said, shaking his head. "you look really hot too, though. i'm totally stealing that cape from you sometime," he told rhys with a smirk. "anyway, karaoke isn't just about being a good singer. it's about how into it you are. so let's sing something together! but before we do that, hold this." without waiting for an answer, oliver handed rhys his drink. he took a few steps back, then did a one-handed cartwheel that was surprisingly graceful considering the amount of alcohol he already had in his system, while singing fergie's infamous woah. "alright, i'm in the right headspace now. let's do a fergie song, or maybe the black eyed peas if you want to rap instead. oh! or we could sing apt!"

[rawtalents]

🎸           ˚           ﹕ㅤㅤ    hollis felt restless even in the chaos of a party, impossible to immerse himself in everyone else's mood, still found it jarring how bear clinched that role in the musical over him. not that he actually wanted it, was going to quit if ever he triumphed, but part of him of just wanted to make bear miserable enough for a reaction ... for his attention. but the night was still young and full of surprises, pouring himself a taste of every bottle present in the cluttered kitchen, until he found liquor that he could stomach. something sweet and fruity. and speaking of ────── head lolling to the side as he caught sight of oliver, practically wearing the same costume as him, both of them about to be hunted by abilene for such sacrilege. but at least hollis could pride himself on showing a little more skin.  “  you look pretty hot,  ”  he deadpanned, though it was practically the same as complimenting himself.  “  just hope you're not actually planning on keeping things PG tonight, jesus. that'd just be a waste of time.  ”         @starstm

[starstm]

oliver was so focused on curating the perfect cocktail, tuning out the noise and chaos around him for a moment, that he didn't even notice hollis at first. but the second he looked up, he immediately felt like he'd stumbled into the spider-man pointing at spider-man meme, except hollis was showing even more skin. oh. it had never even occurred to oliver that a loincloth was an option, but of course it was. "we look hot," he corrected hollis, taking his time to openly check him out. he suddenly felt the urge to rip off the upper half of his own costume. in fact — "oops," he said, pouring some of the red liquor from the bottle in front of him onto his outfit. "give me a hand, will you?" already twisting around to expose the ties at his back. "i feel like i've been robbed of my full slutty jesus potential. can you wrap the upper half around my hips or something? i'm feeling inspired after seeing you." he glanced over his shoulder for a moment, smirking at hollis. "i absolutely wasn't planning on keeping things PG tonight, actually. when have i ever done that at a party?" in fact, that ship had probably sailed the moment he'd started the night by sitting in sully's lap, just like he'd promised.

[divin3s]

open starter for all! tl;dr: you've just given abi her first alcoholic beverage, congrats!

Jesus had bad days too. That was a thought that Abilene kept echoing in her mind, and you know what? She hated it. She had prayed, she had repented, she had done everything she had been told, and what did she get? Well, there was a gigantic red scarlet 'A' adorned on her chest. No boyfriend, next to no friends, and she was a filthy adulterer. As filthy as a person who had spent twenty-one years making her religion a core part of her personality could be when her accusations were kissing, cheating, and snorting Jangle.

Explore. Experience. These are the expressions coming to her now. Those who still allowed her to remain in their orbit kept telling her that. Burst that little bubble she had built her entire life on. Truthfully, Abilene didn't know how much of it she believed, if any of it. As the days wore on, she realized more and more that she was just playing a role. The starring role of Prudence Perez's perfect daughter. And Abilene was playing her own role of security blanket.

Fuck it.

Abilene stomped her merry butt over to the nearest person who was in the kitchen getting themselves a drink. Whether it was a shot, cocktail, or a canned drink of some kind. "Give it," she demanded, not leaving much for the other person to deny her. It was already in her hand, and she dumped it back, her face contorting as soon as the alcohol got on her tongue, an immediate grimace.

"That's disgusting, what the H-E double hockeysticks?" If she could have, she would have spat the drink out, but it was already making its way into her system. No takebacks now. "You drink that?"

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oliver was only half aware of abilene marching towards him and before he could protest, she had already snatched the drink from his hands, leaving him to stare at her in wounded disbelief. it wasn't just her stealing his drink that offended him, it was the fact that she'd had the audacity to pull a face like that after tasting his drink. "excuse you?" he said, placing a hand dramatically against his half-naked chest. "what is wrong with you, perez?! how about a 'thank you, oliver, for that delicious drink' which, by the way, wasn't even finished yet," he rolled his eyes, then reached for the tequila again to start from scratch. "that was going to be a margarita, but you just downed tequila with lime juice." he hesitated for a moment, then put the tequila down and grabbed a bottle of white rum instead. abilene hadn't exactly made a great impression on him since she'd joined the cheerios, and she'd just hurt one of his good friends... but keep your friends close but your enemies closer, right? if abilene really might become co-captain soon, it might be good to at least be civil with her. "so," he said, grabbing a handful of mint. "do you like strawberry? mint? and are we thinking cocktail or mocktail?"

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oliver aquino is dressed as slutty jesus for the #hallowbirthwrap party! (matching with sullivan vane @shcwtunes)

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OLIVER OUR DRAMA KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's been such a fun character to watch and i can't wait for the day that something truly unleashes that diva inside him on all of us because i'll definitely be watching and cheering him on from the sidelines. i'm excited to see more of him... and maybe this upcoming event will bring out all the different sides of him. #BIGFAN and always on the look out for what he'll end up doing next!!!!!!!!!! thank u for bringing this divalicious prince to us!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! you're so kind 🥺i'm honestly just so happy to be here bc i love this group so so much and i'm so excited for hallowbirthwrap!! and thank you for appreciating oliver!! he's been a little all over the place but he's definitely gonna have his absolute diva moment soon i feel (maybe even at the event??? fake tears kneeling on the floor karaoke) and i honestly can't wait for more DRAMA that involves this petty little man (or honestly anyone else, we love ic drama). also can't wait to bring more of him to the dash this event!! so much love to you!!! <33