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So far, the BBQ was going well, even if Ryder was doing everything he could to avoid his father at this point. Just the sight of him made his stomach turn, all he could think about was his cheating on his mother, and if his dad said something wrong to him today...well, he just might snap. Right now, he just wanted to keep a level head for the day, enjoy the pride parade and make sure Hunter was doing alright. So, that’s what he was doing, making his rounds and hoping small talk would keep him busy enough to keep his mind off of these never-ending thoughts. It was pretty easy, except for the topic of his career, it was still up in the air. He’d been in talks with his coach, basically pleading to let him back on the team, explaining that he had this whole scandal under control because up until the other night, he hadn’t gotten any anonymous messages.

That was why, when he saw Marley in the distance, watching the karaoke with her undivided attention....well, he couldn’t help but think that this was a very good way to busy his mind. Walking over with a beer in his hand, he leaned towards her, nudging her lightly with his elbow, “Twenty bucks the next song’s gonna be a Whitney Houston one." He joked with a warm smile, motioning with his other hand towards the stage.

@marroses

#f2f: marley.#ft. marley.#f2f: all.#cportpride #cportevent

WHO: @hcclarington

WHAT: “Oh wow, that was unnecessary.”

WHEN: 6/15, afternoon

WHERE: Knights Park

Knights Park was a hive of activity, people milling around, soaking up the sun and the generally happy atmosphere that was common with Pride activities. It was Sam first time attending such an event--at least in Castleport--and it was nice to see the town’s enthusiasm for any kind of holiday extend to pride month. The bright colors, rainbow decor, and positive feeling was a pleasant switch up from the past public events, and Sam was hoping it’d stay that way.

He nodded a few people he knew while grabbing a drink, sticking to bottled water when his attention focused on a voice over a loudspeaker. There, under a vibrant banner, boasting the name of Clarington Properties was a dunk tank and Sam couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He’d seen the article in the Gazette and figured it was both the paper and the Clarington’s attempt at winning some good faith.

So far--to his annoyance--it seemed to be working. There was a sizeable crowd around the dunk tank...most likely people taking advantage of a chance to literally topple one of Castleport’s elite. No telling how Hunter had been roped into the madness, but Sam was sure, judging from the cheap shot in the paper about him being a ‘proud part’ of the community, it wasn’t exactly willing. The cheers rising from the crowd meant someone had hit their target and Sam could picture Hunter’s tight scowl and he might’ve laughed a little at the thought. He was still bothered, but he could at least say hello. The crowd had thinned and he found Hunter behind the dunk tank, in a curtained off section and he picked up a fluffy rainbow-patterned towel and tossed it at his friend. “Wow. Well that was unnecessary. There’s gotta be an easier way to cool down in this heat.”

#cportpride #cporthunter #f2f.all #f2f.hunter #f2f.012 #hunter.all

EVENT: PORT PRIDE

Below is a list of starters we’ve created for interactions throughout the PORT PRIDE weekend. Since we’re a smaller group it’s possible for all characters to speak to one another with this particular event, stretched out over the course of a weekend. So we would like for everyone to have at least ONE interaction going with every character, either TEXTS or F2Fs. The starters can be used more than once, so feel free to take advantage of them or make up your own. Have fun! (And you never know who might be listening in!)

PORT PRIDE WEEKEND SENTENCE STARTERS:

"Where are you? I'm alone and covered in glitter."

"What are we singing for karaoke?"

"Have you left yet? Maybe we can go to the BBQ together."

"Do you have any spare body paint? All mine's rubbed off."

“Silicone breastplates motorboats vs. real boobs motorboats.....it’s a tie, definitely a tie.

’‘Guess who I just saw buying erotic lesbian fiction books at Novel Idea!”

“Do you think a five by nine foot pride flag is too much, or too little to hang outside of my place?”

“Um, is that Mr. Figgins in full drag lip-synching to Purple Rain, or...?”

"I am way too sober for this."

"Wanna head to the beach?"

"Twenty bucks the next song's gonna be a Whitney Houston one."

"Who knew Castleport could pull off a decent pride weekend."

"I'm gonna be nursing this hangover all afternoon and it's all your fault."

"Oh wow, that seems very unnecessary."

"Challenging a drag queen to a dance off? Not the best idea you've had."

"We'll stay for an hour and then leave."

"Hey. Mind if I sit here?"

"What are you wearing for the BBQ? I don't wanna be the only one in a cape."

"We're not allowed to boo the performers, are we?"

“I actually got off my couch and paused Chernobyl to watch this, it better be good.”

"Damn, I think I left my wallet at home. Can you spot me for a coffee?”

“Wanna head to the diner after this?”

#cportevent #cportpride

posted to his IG, 6/15

#cportsocial #cportpride #insta.all #insta.sam

This was the first time Ryder had really celebrated pride, when he was in LA he got to go to the tail end of it but missed the parade due to training or practices. Sure, Castleport didn’t have the big theatrics that California tended to have but it was a noble effort at best. Besides, Pride wasn’t about the production value, it was the principal of accepting and loving everyone for who they were, right? Ryder had already been bitched out by his father, hunted down Hunter, and had some time to flirt somewhere in between the madness. Now, he was watching the karaoke madness, still a little sweaty and covered in glitter from god knows where, unable to stop the wide eyed expression when he saw who was taking the stage next. There was no way in hell it was who he thought it was, but alas, his old principal from high school was taking the stage.

Glancing around for a friendly face, he noticed Sam and paused. Ever since he told him about what happened, the message he got about his father being involved and the emails he told Sam about, there was radio silence from the blonde. Taking a deep breath, he thought that this was at least a good ice breaker, and he pursed his lips together as he made his way over to Sam. “Um, is that Mr. Figgins in full drag lip-synching to Purple Rain, or…?” Ryder said through a small chuckle, shaking his head as he eyed the stage before going back to Sam with a little smile, “And here I thought I’d really seen it all.”

@inkedsevans

#f2f: sam.#ft. sam.#f2f: all.#cportpride #cportevent

The day was so draining at this point, one could only hide from one’s father for so long until his dad had finally pulled him aside to ask him what the hell he was doing. To say that their conversation was strained, because all Ryder wanted to do was call him out on this affair bullshit, would be an understatement. This wasn’t the time or place, he needed more evidence that the threat was even a real one anyways, even though it explained a lot about their family vacations with the Mottas. He could figure it out, but for now, he was gritting his teeth as he listened to his father chew him out about needing Ryder to be more involved in making sure the Lynn name looked good. Covered in glitter and a little bit sweaty from the heat of the day, all Ryder could do was roll his eyes and remind his father it was pride and he could’ve been dressed in way worse.

Even if Ryder wasn’t a part of the LGBTQ community, he supported it, and he wasn’t going to listen to his father at the request he put a shirt on and tidy up. So he just walked away, shaking his head as he ignored the glare in the back of his head, rounding the corner as he sighed under his breath, “I am way too sober for this." He ran into Mason, stepping back a bit so he didn’t pummel the guy, “Sorry dude.”

@mascnsmccarthy

#f2f: mason.#ft. mason.#f2f: all.#cportpride #cportevent

One of the things Ryder knew he needed to do was find Hunter, and it was a good way to avoid his dad so it was a win-win if anything. They needed to talk, in person, and he had to see if he was doing any better since their alarming last conversation via text. Finishing his beer, because the last thing he wanted to do was drink in front of his friend, he pulled his phone out of his pocket to type in the boy’s phone. By now, the dunk tank was finished and there had still been no sign of Hunter. So he stood, arms crossed as he listened to the ringing which seemed to go on forever. Teeth nibbling into the side of his cheek, he heard the boy’s usual voicemail greeting and rolled his eyes as he thought of something to say. Anything that wouldn’t make Hunter avoid him, something light heard, and when the beep sounded he took a quick breath, “Hey man, it’s me, your favorite friend in the world...” He began with a chuckle as he glanced around, “Where are you? I’m alone and covered in glitter." The boy joked as he glanced down at his frame which was, in fact covered in glitter after getting caught in the cross fire, sticking to his warm skin.

It seemed as if the universe answered his question however, because not moments later Hunter appeared and he walked over with a motion to the phone still in his hand, “Hey dude, I just called you, I was wondering where you were at....” He greeted with a small smile, sliding the phone back into his pocket as he nodded, “Kudos to you volunteering for the dunk booth, although it’s a smart idea because of how fucking hot it is out.”

@hcclarington