who: sharpay & @fluggedup where: the evans’ house
Perhaps the couple of the motherfucking hour was in Sharpay’s presence, and it wouldn’t have been any fun if she hadn’t schemed with Ryan on a way to break the two up. It was their favorite thing to do--they intentionally went out of their ways to go flirt with both Tiffany and Randy. It wasn’t the most fun having to talk to the bitch with the pants in the relationship; Sharpay much preferred talking to her airhead of a boyfriend, who just so happened to be filling his wine in the kitchen when she’d gone back to check on their private chef for the night. “No fucking way,” she cooed, exiting the butler’s pantry to approach him. “You could’ve just asked Ryan to get that for you, you know. He seems to like you--he wouldn’t mind.” Still, she slid her own wine glass across the counter to him in a wordless ask to fill it for her. “You having a good time so far? I know it’d be a better time without someone here holding you down, but my parents kind of forced us to invite the whole family,” she teased, giving a dramatic roll of her eyes.










