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––––– JACOB QUENTIN-JONASSON.

connection: filling in for his brother Nathan, who is close to both Mariana and Sahana from the industry. (he also met Tinsley a handful of times). He “unexpectedly couldn’t make it but the restraining order from Ava might have something to do with it. 

predicted location: the bar. (&. table 6) potential mishaps: a lot.  desire to be present: borderline non-existent.  fun fact: the suit is Gucci and he hates weddings. 

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@avahalliwell​ — you...

location: Near the open dance floor.  time: After 9pm. 

For siblings who seemed to be at odds with one another, Nathan had really pushed it with the favors. First, he’d been overly generous with the concern for his youngest brother's racing incident. In hindsight, Jacob should have taken notice of that but the offer of the vacation house in Catalina, an island he had never stepped foot on until now, had once again put Nathan in a favorable light to their parents. One-uped again and with the same damn vacation home too. Nathan two, Adam, one and Jacob...half a point seemed generous.  

Then, Nathan had sprung the wedding on him. The first in a series of favors Jacob would pay him back with because that home in Ventura came with a price, one Jacob had willingly agreed to pay the moment he had taken his big brother up on his offer. Mistake number one. Mistake number two was that he didn’t see it coming. Not even when he was well into downing his fifth? No, sixth? drink near the end of the evening with an aged and clearly denying balding male. No, Jacob would have willingly continued to listen to another half hour of the benefit of a higher sheet thread count if it meant he could avoid the all too familiar face of Nathan’s wife, Ava.

Trentino wouldn't have even been able to direct a better reaction that started when his blue eyes caught sight of her. Followed by a sudden inability to swallow the alcohol he then chocked on, but to refrain from dramatics he didn’t drop the glass or proceed with a spit take, despite how satisfying that would be given his present company. His grip around the cold glass of his drink tightened once he had stopped the sudden coughing fit and pushed away the man who proceeded to slap the palm of his hand against Jacob’s back. This guy needed to go. 

Still, Jacob didn't move, rather he found the rest of that alcoholic beverage to be the cure for the obvious hallucination of the she-devil. But on second and third glance with narrowed eyes to focus his attention, Ava hadn’t gone anywhere. He should say something, but he didn’t. No, Jacob just opted to continue this moment of agony and stare. 

Did Nathan know about this?

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@anxliese-atwater​ — the cherry on top. 

location: near an empty table #6.  time: post dinner.  

Somewhere between drunk and tipsy. That’d be the best way to explain the newfound confidence Jacob began to exude throughout the duration of the evening, post-dinner but pre dancing. He was one of the few stragglers who stayed behind at the tables with no innate desire to move, save for if he saw the woman in the disco ball dress because Margot hadn’t suffered enough from his intoxicated advances. But apparently, she wasn’t the only one. 

The male shifted in his seat but paused before he made any sudden movements to rise from to his feet and follow the crowd. Maybe a little more drunk than tipsy was the verdict on his blood-alcohol level, but Jacob hadn’t even come to realize it himself until he thought he was seeing a ghost or memory come back to haunt him, something like that in the form of the tall, leggy blonde Annalise Atwater. Now, he could have kept his head down, he could have even just said hello and good-bye but for some reason, the idea of reminiscing with Anna was the first thing that came to mind and the very first idea he acted upon. 

“Anna,” Jacob called to attention as if his blatant staring hadn’t been enough. “So you’re here,” he gestured to the woman casually, “you look great. I’m here too, still don’t know what you’re doing here.” But the cherry on top of that clearly intoxicated influence of a reunion hadn’t been complete without the later regrettable jab. “You wanna not be here? Take a drive? That was fun last time, wasn’t it?”

[sallyjhemings-blog]

Sally walked towards the food table, wearing the dress that she borrowed from Angelica last year, and the shoes that Sarah wore when she almost got pregnant by one of her friends. She took a glass of wine and took ship out of it. Sally turned around and saw people talking amongst each other. She rolled her eyes. “That’s straight up dedication right there.” She said. “So, much dedication. I have to say. What do you think?” Sally turned a blind eye at the person next to her.