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“ fuck no , take that back !“ Milo frowned , his hand nearly slapping the table in disbelief , ” there is no way in hell you are not going out . i don't care ! i won't hear it ! you've got to relax from this whole work thing — and what is the best way to do that ? by celebrating the new year and manifesting a new you , one that is more enjoyable to be around ! “ The brunet finishes his drink , turning to the other male , ” please say you'll go out — even just for a little bit . i'm sure em has some fun plans she can loop us in on . yeah ? say yes , you know you want to . "
both hands raise up in defense, icy hues going somewhat wide in amusement as he watches his friend put up an immediate fight over his plans of how he's spending the last night of the year. in truth, daniel should've known better than to say it out loud in front of milo. “ i am enjoyable, the fuck you mean ? “ daniel protests back, although his tone's indication enough he didn't truly take offense. a roll of his eyes comes next, reaching for his beer on the table. “ fine, yes. i'll go. i know dax and leon will probably throw a fit too, and that's three against one, “ the chef decides to follow along, knowing better than to take his chances on the whole group of his friends teaming up against him ( it wouldn't be the first time either ).
leon sits at the end of the table and takes the last bite of his slice of pizza. amazing pizza at ocean view's pizzeria. looking over at his friend, the blond swallows the food and takes a quick sip of his beer. "you forgot about 2025 being around the corner?" his tone is both silly and confused. "not really, not yet," the man shrugs and leans back on the chair. "we're the life of the party, aren't we?" he chuckles. since he decided to spend new year's in palmview, leon thought he'd get at least invited to a party or something, but it hasn't been the case. "we can always stay inside, eating and drinking and maybe even kissing when midnight strikes," he jokes.
there's a shrug following his words, reaching over for the remaining slice on his plate. after all, there's nothing an italian loves more than pizza with a perfectly melted cheese on top. “ kinda, i thought it's next week, “ daniel admits, days passing him by somewhat in a blur by now given most of them are pretty much the same. “ no, you're the life of the party, i'm just a tall chap tagging along behind you, “ the male jokes, although he's not far off from the truth. finger raises as he chews on his food, a smile creeping on his lips. “ i'm flattered, really i am, but don't you think you can find someone better ? like the brunette i've seen you hanging around these days ? “
location: the salty sailor bar , new years' eve @ 11:28pm status: open
entering a drunken haze , crystalline tumbler is filled with dark and stormy liquid that she's been nursing far longer than the group of girls she arrived with. grip is featherlight , wrist weak and swinging ever so slightly as she attempts to stabilise her balance. lost in the music , rhythmic drum and bass echoing through the main area to liven the parties , she's separated from her friends and dancing alone , completely unfazed , until someone accidentally barges into her. " well , excuse you — now you owe me a drink and a dance , c'mon ! it's almost midnight. "
he wasn't even supposed to be there, but leave it to his friends ( dax most especially ) to drag his behind at a party per usual. despite appearances ( or the fact he used to love it back in the day ) the party scene really isn't daniel's thing anymore. he'd rather spent his nights somewhere quiet, slowly turning a true homebody at the ripe age of twenty-seven. & as far as excuses for going out go, being new years eve certainly beats them all. with a beer in his hand, he watches his best friend leave him for a certain blonde, icy hues catching nell in the distance & without a second thought, he's making his way over, unsure of what he's even doing. the sea of dancing bodies doesn't bother him until someone nearly knocks his beer out of his hand, nearly causing him to knock the brunette before him altogether — luckily, it's just her drink. “ sorry, “ he feels slightly bad, nearly forgetting it's reaching midnight until she mentions it. “ well, i've never been the one to turn down either one so sure, i'm your guy, “ a smile reaches the chef's features.
head thudded as a promise of sweet revenge upon self , why had she drank so much last night? large sunglasses hung on the bridge of her nose , overly sensitive to the light that threatened to burn her retinas to ash. she winced at any and all movement , but she needed a matcha iced latte quickly. she was convinced it'd cure her , and so she waited a couple minutes in line before receving her beverage and breakfast which she'd also picked up for best friend. that was her good samaritan job for the day , and now she could go home to rot and get rid of last night's makeup. " mornin' sleepin' beauty. " she giggles softly , careful of how much volume she was making as she extended the goody bag of greasy snacks. " i was here , i just went to get fresh air and breakfast for us. " it's a small half - lie , she hadn't woken up in their apartment but that was a story for later. " oh i know where you were , you abandoned me for prince charming. again. "
chocolate hues widen at the sight of the goody treats in the bag, the smell of fresh bagels filling her nostrils with such delight she practically snatches it from the other's hands. “ you're a god sent, “ the femme mentions in passing as she's already busy getting her hand inside, breaking the pastry in half and putting a large piece in her mouth. “ uh, i love you, “ whenever it's meant for the bagel or nell, it's unclear since her eyelids are already closed, flopping down on the couch as she munches on her breakfast ( or more like late lunch ). brow slightly raises, looking over at the other still unsure of the current time of the day as nell speaks about being here. “ oh, “ a nod, while she's still munching on her food. a faint blush of color reaches her cheeks at the mention of dax, now starting to remember the rest of the night — & this morning. “ first of all, he's more like prince phillip 'cause he likes to dance with me, and he's the strongest prince, “ lana corrects with a finger, a smile creeping on her lips. “ and second, i'm sorry, but most of my night's a blur. do you know i woke up at his place in glitter and a bedazzled thong ? where the hell did i get glitter ?? “
remy hadn't meant to zone out , but the atmosphere was abuzz and she couldn't land on one location to plant herself in . in fact , remy had been scanning the room for a familiar face and couldn't find anyone that she knew well enough to cling to , so instead she resorted to her phone . scrolling & scrolling — until a certain voice brought her back to reality . looking up from her screen , she was met with a pair of eyes that didn't seem too satisfied . “ who , me ? ” remy blinked back , eyes wide . “ i'm sorry . i don't hate you , ” she responded a little too honestly , struggling to read the room , “ i'm guessing you're joking but you're also way too cool to care what i think . ” shoot ! remy winced , “ that last part wasn't supposed to come out but , ” she motions to her half empty cup , “ you know . ”
glossy, plump lips form a quick pout, her dramatics nearly reaching their peak whenever she's intoxicated. but then again, it's new years eve, so of course she'll indulge in as many fruity cocktails her stomach her muster ( it's not too many, mind you ). it explains why her need for attention is so big, especially when it involves her friends — remy included, now that the pair grew closer. “ mhm, “ lana mumbles, taking another sip of her drink before the other's compliment catches her attention. there's nothing more she loves than getting it. lips start to form a smile, not even trying to hide the fact her ego's growing at that very moment. “ well, you're right, i am, “ the femme nods, now completely facing the other. “ but you still ignored me and i hate that, “ at least, she's being honest as her bottom lip extends, acting like a child just denied a candy bar.
one thing about emma is she's always down to party . even if it's a fancy one like this , she just knows how to make the most of it and have a good time with whoever she finds along the way , familiar faces and strangers alike . her attention has been fixated on this cute guy for a hot minute , and once he leaves to get them more drinks , emma turns to her side to find her friend sitting on the other end of the couch . an excited grin appears at the sight of lana before she scoots closer , laughing softly at the blonde's remark . “ okay , drama queen , if i hated you i would've let you know , ” she jokes , shoulder nudging with lana's playfully . “ what were you doing by yourself , huh ? don't tell me you've been waiting for me . ” there's a teasing smile toying on her lips , head titling slightly as she looks at her friend . “ were you though ? ”
a snicker drops from her tongue, taking another sip of her wine ( is it even wine ? there's an umbrella attached to it ) as she forges offense over the matter. well, maybe she is a little offended but it's only because she's not receiving the attention she so cherishes. after all, drunk lana is far more high-maintenance than her usual, sober self. “ you ignored me, “ she accuses, bottom lip slightly extending in a pout as she motions over in the direction of her guy. “ and all for a him, “ another snicker drops, even though lana could've easily done the same ( probably even will at some point ). “ i was waiting for you, “ a half-lie, since she couldn't find her own prince phillip ( he's off somewhere with his friends too ).
“ Well, hello to you, too, ” Sebni could not help but smirk when she came closer. He wasn't quite sure if he was the one she had been eyeing, but her approach all but confirmed it. He had been eyeing her as well, though mostly because she caught his attention. The girl seemed like a familiar face. Had they met before? Talked? Shared an intimate space? It was more probably that she had been at his restaurant, though, which seemed more the case with the wine in her delicate hands. “ Hate you? How could anyone hate you? You are a sight to behold. I'm Sebni, ” He extended a hand toward her, not to shake but for her to give hers so he could kiss it. Sebni was still a gentleman, after all..
overdramatic per usual, especially while under the influence of wine & cocktails that have been flowing at the party, the blonde ( for a moment ) still refuses to look at him. well, that is until he starts handing her out compliments, her truest kryptonite & the reason why her pretty features momentarily soften up as she finally does. “ i am ? “ she quizzes, simply asking for her own vanity, already knowing the answer. glossed, plump lips curl into an award winning smile, delicate hand reaching over to land on his. “ i'm lana, “ she responds, pleasantly surprised when he kisses her hand, just like in those old movies she loves to watch. “ that's so sweet, oh gosh ! “
if there's a party happening in palmview, leon's there. no exceptions. the end of the year is tough, whatever the year is. he's overworked and has been trying to relax since he got back a couple of weeks ago. he's accepted every invitation to every party and here he is tonight, wearing his black slacks and a shirt he saves for special occasions. the man didn't go back to his hometown, seattle, for the holidays because his mom is... a lot. sitting on the couch, leon scrolls through his phone, oblivious to lana's presence. but eventually, he looks up and there she is. she looks even better than when he left. the blond chuckles and sits right next to her, bodies close together. "i don't hate you. i'm annoyed, which is different," there's a goofy grin on his face. he's missed her.
dramatic flair doesn't miss a beat, despite knowing ( deep down ) she's exaggerating the entire thing a little too much, especially when she purposely scoots a little further away once he finally decides to come over & sit beside her. “ pfft, “ a little snicker comes out from her wine-laced tongue, still refusing to turn her head to look at him. the rebellion ( in her mind ) that lasts minutes, in reality lasts less than a minute. “ well, so am i, “ lana responds, head snapping back as her chocolate hues rest upon his. “ stop smiling at me, it's not going to work, “ another huff, another eye-roll. “ why are you annoyed, anyway ? “
closed starter , ( @veneumfm) ! location , their apartment on new years day, 5:12pm.
head's still buzzing like crazy, but then again after the night she's had it's really no wonder. for someone who's a lightweight on most occasions, it's her own damn fault for being in this mess after mixing up so many drinks last night. but hey — it's new years ! or at least, that's what the initial reason for getting drunk even while they were pre-gaming in their apartment. waking up from the couch in an oversized t-shirt that definitely doesn't belong to her ( it's probably dax's ) as the doors fly open, lana groggily props up to meet her best friend. “ oh, nell... “ the name falls from her lips with a deep sigh. “ where have you been ? wait, where have i been ? oh, wait, i know... never-mind, “
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if he were to let down his act, olivia would see right through to michael. the fear of her walking away for good would be unmistakenable in his expression. equally, the fear of his plan working the other way around, pushing her into the arms of someone else for the night. her reaction wasn't enough to gage her true feelings and he knew this would be difficult considering he'd seen just how well olivia could shut people out; how cold she could be to protect herself. for a second, he let himself imagine that she wanted him to keep walking her way instead. but only for a second. what was he really expecting? a confrontation? a big scene? that wasn't what olivia was like. but then again, she wasn't the type to lock up as soon as he entered the room. they never did jealousy, either. when he had olivia, there wasn't much room to entertain the idea of anyone else. when he didn't have her, and she was never truly his to begin with, everyone else merely lived in her shadow. the minute she turned the other way, his face softened just a fraction and the smug smirk plastered all over his face a minute ago disappeared entirely. he disregarded the brunette just as easily as he'd found her and kept his eyes on olivia as she moved through the room. he hated that he cared so much. he hated that he was getting used to seeing the back of her head as she walked away from him. he absolutely despised that the woman he didn't know he was hung up on was right there, within reach, but completely untouchable. it was just a summer fling, why did he care so much? she'd made it pretty clear she wanted nothing to do with him either but he couldn't accept the idea that he was the only one feeling the way he was. he found olivia at the bar just a few seconds later, ordering herself a drink and he made a mental note to keep a watch on her. there was hardly ever a time when she could handle her drinks, michael too well aware of that fact, and it wouldn't take long for her to start feeling the effect of it all. pretend, he repeated in encouragement to himself because otherwise he would drop his pride and walk up to her. he pushed through the bodies separating them, trying to get a better view of where she was headed off to next.
she likes being in control, especially when it comes to her emotions that she always had trouble showing. it makes her uncomfortable, so instead she bottles them up ( along with her insecurities ). so even though over the years she's perfected the art of acting cold & reserved, the reality is far much different — & just because she is the ice queen doesn't mean that's what her heart is made of. problem is however, she's having trouble keeping herself in check around michael, especially after that summer they shared where he learned just how much is hidden underneath her cold exterior. but then again, olivia never found herself in a situation like this before: she used to always know better than to involve herself in romantic entanglements, so why in god's name did she allow this to happen ? why does she care so much that he's out there with someone else now ? isn't that what she wanted ? for him to finally let her go ? the hard liquor that hits her throat doesn't help to wash away her thoughts, unusual tightness in her chest only growing with each passing moment that she spends at that party. chestnut hues move from the crystal between her fingers to the large countdown clock in the right corner every once in a while, somehow hoping time would pass by quicker, but it doesn't, no matter how much she wishes ( or drinks ) it to be. if anything, the more whiskey she consumes the more sick she feels ( what did she really expect ? ), the tightness in her chest reaching it's peak as she suddenly feels overwhelmed by everything: the loud music, the overcrowded place, the cheery voices in the background... it's all a little too much. so despite being just a quarter to midnight, olivia decides to leave early, having had enough of this party altogether. shooting a quick text to her sister so she doesn't worry, olivia starts pushing through the sea of people to reach the elevator ( nearly stumbling with each step because let's be real, she really can't handle alcohol ). waiting for the doors to slide open seems like an eternity, & given her impatience to leave she keeps pressing the button far too many times — which all explains a big sigh of relief once she steps inside. eyelids close for a moment, finally feeling safe enough to breathe as she leans back against the cold wall, waiting for the doors to close.
" the first time you hear it, i bet. " he kept his gaze on her for a second longer before turning to the bartender to get their order. he was actually surprised by the pleasantness he had been received with. he was going to chalk it up to the new year magic: everyone was feeling uncharacteristically optimistic. " so... " he slid the drink to her. " are you trying to punish yourself or are you from tennessee ? " even his drink consisted mainly from soda. the point of a bar was to get a drink that did not taste like alcohol ! " let me guess: your shot of choice is jägermeister ? "
it seems like she's doing a lot of uncharacteristic things tonight, not only starting with heavy liquor that she knows she can't take well, but actually opting to spark a conversation with a man. all things she'd usually stay clear from considering she's always been smart enough to know they come with a bad outcome. lips curve into a small smile in the corner of her lips, head tilting to a side as she averts her gaze forward. “ or the second, “ tone drips with sarcasm as she responds, finishing the drink in hand just when the second one arrives. while the strong liquor is definitely not what she'd opt to do in any other scenario, given how her night's been going it seems like the only thing actually helping her forget it. “ do i look like someone from tennessee ? “ the skater questions, a slight pinch of amusement now in her chestnut hues as she turns her head back around to look at him. “ or would you be more impressed if i ordered a holiday punch ? “ brow raises as she teases, knowing fully well her pretty looks could be deceiving. there's something resembling a small scoff that rolls from her tongue next, although she's still in a somewhat good mood. “ close, but no. i'm not a fan of shots, “ olivia concludes with a small shrug. “ but if i had to pick, i did try a lemon drop once, “
the plan had been simple enough; drink until he could successfully shut his brain off and then leave with someone he could tolerate starting the year with. it was almost flawless, until his eyes fell upon a particular blonde that would've run the other way had she seen him the minute she walked into the party. michael had been aware of olivia's presence for longer than she seemed to realize, lingering in the background enough to go unnoticed. pretend, he repeated quietly to himself. just one night. he could pretend like she didn't have him entirely in her grip. he could pretend like the rift between them didn't bother him. he could pretend like she meant nothing to him, when it was the furthest thing from the truth. or at least, he thought he could until their eyes met and suddenly he found it difficult to come up with a single reason why he couldn't just go up to her right then and there. the smirk pulling at his lips was a reflex to the dirty look she shot him, her reaction exactly as he had expected. as if that would be enough to deter him. he was not going to make it easy for her to ignore him this time. pretend, he repeated to himself once again as he raised his drink in mock salute. he took a step forward, seeming as though he was making his way toward her but then he stopped halfway, turning to a brunette he'd eyed earlier. he kept his eyes trained on olivia as he dropped a remark that had her giggling, hoping for any kind of reaction.
pretty features harden, spotting that irritating smirk across the room that speaks more volumes than olivia would like. it also makes her feel more than she would like too which explains why her eyes squeeze a little more the longer she keeps staring at it. impulse to walk over & yell at him nearly overpowers her, especially when he raises his drink in clear mockery. yet, she decides to play along, flashing a rather sarcastic smile in return too ( he's lucky she didn't flip him off instead ). chestnut hues go slightly wide the following moment, when he starts making his way through the crowd directly towards her. is he being serious ? wasn't she clear enough the last hundred times ? jaw clenches as she continues watching him, mentally preparing herself for whatever's about to come her way when... he stops. stops to chat with a long - legged brunette wearing an outrageous see - through dress that practically screams attention. is he being serious again ? why isn't he coming over ? olivia catches herself actually now wanting him to come over, a feeling so rare & atrocious it almost makes her sick to her stomach right then. a look of disgust washes over her features as she witnesses him flirting, making someone else laugh while making eye contact with her. it's unusual, the feeling that creeps up on her as she watches the scene unfold. not once in her life did the femme genuinely feel jealous over anyone romantically, such a notion never existed in her book simply because she always entirely too focused on her career & being the best. which is why it takes her a little too long to actually realize what's happening, to realize why she suddenly has the urge to scream, or even walk over there herself to pull them apart. what is she thinking ? what is he doing to her ? luckily for the both of them, olivia's never been a dramatic woman, never making a scene or letting her emotions take control — & she's not about to start now. instead, she turns back on her icy facade, the cold exterior that makes her who she is, before walking away. but her hands still quiver, her mind still entirely too focused on what's happened that she genuinely, for once in her life, doesn't know how to shake it off. she's not jealous. she couldn't possibly be, or at least, that's what she keeps telling herself as she orders a strong glass of whiskey from the bar.
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the first thing he noticed about the girl next to him was that she was, quite frankly, pretty, and as he was trying to decide how to strike up a conversation with a stranger, he realized what had been so familiar about her face. " can i get an autograph ? " the earnest expression remained on his face for a fraction of a second before his lips spread into a wide grin. he winked to save himself from having to shout over the loud music: just kidding. his head jerked towards the menu behind the bar. " what are you having ? "
despite appearances, this isn't her scene. sure, gathering sponsors & smiling at fans comes easy ( it's a job ) but actually being in an overcrowded setting like this, especially on new years eve, makes the skater feel out of place. which explains why she's on a second glass of bourbon, subconsciously trying to drink her way out of thinking how she wishes to be home, when she hears the question. chestnut hues roll inwardly, not even trying to hide the reaction when she turns her head over to look at the person with the audacity to ask such a foolish request on her night off. she's about to voice a big no when she notices the playful smirk tugging in the corner of her lips, shoulders falling down in ease. “ nice one, “ olivia comments, raising her liquor. “ whiskey on the rocks, “ she continues, deciding to step a little more out of her comfort zone. after all, where's the harm of allowing a cute guy to buy her a drink ? it's almost the new year, so why the hell not.
the holidays had always been something poppy loved. the girl occupied herself with gift exchanges, parties, and dinners. new years eve was next and here the redhead was at yet another party. with a platter of cookies in her hand and a bottle of wine under her arm, she made her way into the kitchen, a soft laugh slipping past her lips as the other appeared. "no, i think im okay right now, but maybe i can give you a hand ?" she hums, placing each of the items she brought onto the counter. "how can i help ?"
she's obviously clueless, despite her best efforts to look like she knows what she's doing. preparing the turkey for the entire dinner party ? she's not even sure she could've baked edible cookies, yet alone a full gourmet meal. which explains a small sigh of relief when the other offers to help, hands dropping down to her sides as she starts wiping away the remaining flour of her apron. “ yeah, that'd be great actually, “ she confesses, a rare occurrence for someone always in complete control. “ i'm supposed to season it, “ hand flies over the open ipad screen in front of her, revealing the online cookbook that literally says ' preparing the turkey for dummies ' . “ i'm not even sure how, “
